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"
Put
out
the
lights
.
"
She
wept
,
hands
at
her
face
He
was
glad
she
had
her
hands
at
her
face
.
Not
because
of
the
scar
but
because
it
gave
her
back
her
maidenhood
,
if
not
head
.
The
pin
that
held
the
strap
of
her
dress
glittered
in
the
greasy
light
.
"
Put
out
the
lights
and
lock
up
.
Will
he
steal
anything
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Then
put
out
the
lights
.
"
She
would
not
remove
her
hands
until
she
was
behind
him
and
she
doused
the
lamps
one
by
one
,
turning
down
the
wicks
and
then
breathing
the
flames
into
extinction
.
Then
she
took
his
hand
in
the
dark
and
it
was
warm
.
She
led
him
upstairs
.
There
was
no
light
to
hide
their
act
.
He
made
cigarettes
in
the
dark
,
then
lit
them
and
passed
one
to
her
.
The
room
held
her
scent
,
fresh
lilac
,
pathetic
.
The
smell
of
the
desert
had
overlaid
it
,
crippled
it
.
It
was
like
the
smell
of
the
sea
.
He
realized
he
was
afraid
of
the
desert
ahead
.
"
His
name
is
Nort
,
"
she
said
.
No
harshness
had
been
worn
out
of
her
voice
.
"
Just
Nort
.
He
died
.
"
The
gunslinger
waited
.
