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“
What
’
s
that
?
”
“
You
never
take
me
with
you
when
you
walk
there
.
Why
do
you
wander
so
much
in
it
yourself
if
you
so
dislike
it
?
”
The
inquiry
,
though
a
simple
one
,
was
plainly
disconcerting
,
and
he
sat
down
before
replying
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
you
often
see
me
there
.
Give
an
instance
.
”
“
I
will
,
”
she
answered
triumphantly
.
“
When
you
went
out
this
evening
I
thought
that
as
baby
was
asleep
I
would
see
where
you
were
going
to
so
mysteriously
without
telling
me
.
So
I
ran
out
and
followed
behind
you
.
You
stopped
at
the
place
where
the
road
forks
,
looked
round
at
the
bonfires
,
and
then
said
,
’
Damn
it
,
I
’
ll
go
!
’
And
you
went
quickly
up
the
left
-
hand
road
.
Then
I
stood
and
watched
you
.
”
Wildeve
frowned
,
afterwards
saying
,
with
a
forced
smile
,
“
Well
,
what
wonderful
discovery
did
you
make
?
”
“
There
—
now
you
are
angry
,
and
we
won
’
t
talk
of
this
any
more
.
”
She
went
across
to
him
,
sat
on
a
footstool
,
and
looked
up
in
his
face
.
“
Nonsense
!
”
he
said
,
“
that
’
s
how
you
always
back
out
.
We
will
go
on
with
it
now
we
have
begun
.
What
did
you
next
see
?
I
particularly
want
to
know
.
”
“
Don
’
t
be
like
that
,
Damon
!
”
she
murmured
.
“
I
didn
’
t
see
anything
.
You
vanished
out
of
sight
,
and
then
I
looked
round
at
the
bonfires
and
came
in
.
”
“
Perhaps
this
is
not
the
only
time
you
have
dogged
my
steps
.
Are
you
trying
to
find
out
something
bad
about
me
?
”
