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He
remembered
the
loneliness
.
’
Don
’
t
leave
me
,
’
he
said
urgently
.
’
I
’
m
here
,
’
she
said
.
’
For
as
long
as
you
need
me
.
’
’
It
’
s
midnight
,
’
he
said
dully
,
sinking
down
by
the
Tsort
and
lowering
his
aching
head
to
the
water
.
Beside
him
there
was
a
noise
like
a
bath
emptying
as
Binky
also
took
a
drink
.
’
Does
that
mean
we
’
re
too
late
?
’
’
Yes
.
’
’
I
’
m
sorry
.
I
wish
there
was
something
I
could
do
.
’
There
isn
’
t
.
’
’
At
least
you
kept
your
promise
to
Albert
.
’
