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"
Voice
be
damned
!
"
He
bent
stiffly
over
her
.
"
And
in
this
dream
"
—
he
seized
her
wrist
—
"
didn
’
t
the
ship
land
over
in
Green
Valley
,
didn
’
t
it
?
Answer
me
!
"
"
Why
,
yes
—
"
"
And
it
landed
this
afternoon
,
didn
’
t
it
?
"
he
kept
at
her
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
I
think
so
,
yes
,
but
only
in
a
dream
!
"
"
Well
"
—
he
flung
her
hand
away
stiffly
—
"
it
’
s
good
you
’
re
truthful
!
I
heard
every
word
you
said
in
your
sleep
.
You
mentioned
the
valley
and
the
time
.
"
Breathing
hard
,
he
walked
between
the
pillars
like
a
man
blinded
by
a
lightning
bolt
.
Slowly
his
breath
returned
.
She
watched
him
as
if
he
were
quite
insane
.
She
arose
finally
and
went
to
him
.
"
Yll
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
I
’
m
all
right
.
"
"
You
’
re
sick
.
"
"
No
.
"
He
forced
a
tired
smile
.
"
Just
childish
.
Forgive
me
,
darling
.
"
He
gave
her
a
rough
pat
.
"
Too
much
work
lately
.
I
’
m
sorry
.
I
think
I
’
ll
lie
down
awhile
—
"
"
You
were
so
excited
.
"
"
I
’
m
all
right
now
.
Fine
.
"
He
exhaled
.
"
Let
’
s
forget
it
.
Say
,
I
heard
a
joke
about
Uel
yesterday
,
I
meant
to
tell
you
.
What
do
you
say
you
fix
breakfast
,
I
’
ll
tell
the
joke
,
and
let
’
s
not
talk
about
all
this
.
"
