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She
chimed
her
laugh
at
every
joke
,
she
tossed
salads
neatly
,
never
once
pausing
for
breath
.
And
the
bony
son
and
curved
daughters
were
brilliantly
witty
,
like
their
father
,
telling
of
the
long
years
and
their
secret
life
,
while
their
father
nodded
proudly
to
each
.
Williamson
slipped
off
down
the
hill
.
"
Where
’
s
he
going
?
"
asked
Hathaway
.
"
Checking
the
rocket
,
"
said
Wilder
.
"
But
,
as
I
was
saying
,
Hathaway
,
there
’
s
nothing
on
Jupiter
,
nothing
at
all
for
men
.
That
includes
Saturn
and
Pluto
.
"
Wilder
talked
mechanically
,
not
hearing
his
words
,
thinking
only
of
Williamson
running
down
the
hill
and
climbing
back
to
tell
what
he
had
found
.
"
Thanks
.
"
Marguerite
Hathaway
was
filling
his
water
glass
.
Impulsively
he
touched
her
arm
.
She
did
not
even
mind
.
Her
flesh
was
warm
and
soft
.
Hathaway
,
across
the
table
,
paused
several
times
,
touched
his
chest
with
his
fingers
,
painfully
,
then
went
on
listening
to
the
murmuring
talk
and
sudden
loud
chattering
,
glancing
now
and
again
with
concern
at
Wilder
,
who
did
not
seem
to
like
chewing
his
gingerbread
.
Williamson
returned
.
He
sat
picking
at
his
food
until
the
captain
whispered
aside
to
him
,
"
Well
?
"
"
I
found
it
,
sir
.
"
"
And
?
"
Williamson
’
s
cheeks
were
white
.
He
kept
his
eyes
on
the
laughing
people
.
The
daughters
were
smiling
gravely
and
the
son
was
telling
a
joke
.
Williamson
said
,
"
I
went
into
the
graveyard
.
"
