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Hathaway
was
dead
.
Wilder
waited
for
a
long
time
.
Then
he
arose
and
walked
away
from
the
stunned
group
around
Hathaway
.
He
went
to
Alice
Hathaway
,
looked
into
her
face
,
and
said
,
"
Do
you
know
what
has
just
happened
?
"
"
Something
about
my
husband
?
"
"
He
’
s
just
passed
away
;
his
heart
,
"
said
Wilder
,
watching
her
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
she
said
.
"
How
do
you
feel
?
"
he
asked
.
"
He
didn
’
t
want
us
to
feel
badly
.
He
told
us
it
would
happen
one
day
and
he
didn
’
t
want
us
to
cry
.
He
didn
’
t
teach
us
how
,
you
know
.
He
didn
’
t
want
us
to
know
.
He
said
it
was
the
worst
thing
that
could
happen
to
a
man
to
know
how
to
be
lonely
and
know
how
to
be
sad
and
then
to
cry
.
So
we
’
re
not
to
know
what
crying
is
,
or
being
sad
.
"
Wilder
glanced
at
her
hands
,
the
soft
warm
hands
and
the
fine
manicured
nails
and
the
tapered
wrists
.
He
saw
her
slender
,
smooth
white
neck
and
her
intelligent
eyes
.
Finally
he
said
,
"
Mr
.
Hathaway
did
a
fine
job
on
you
and
your
children
.
"
"
He
would
have
liked
to
hear
you
say
that
.
He
was
so
proud
of
us
.
After
a
while
he
even
forgot
that
he
had
made
us
.
At
the
end
he
loved
and
took
us
as
his
real
wife
and
children
.
And
,
in
a
way
,
we
are
.
"
"
You
gave
him
a
good
deal
of
comfort
.
"
