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Unformatted text preview: s all wrong! She should have hidden him in New Orleans and pretended that he had never been there! Blundering, mad, but she hadn't been able to think on that day, that awful Christ- mas morning! God, an eternity had come and gone since then! He was glaring at her. He looked vicious and afraid. "What's the matter with you?" he said. "Tell their names," she said. "No, you tell me . . ." He picked up one of the pages he'd so carefully written out, in narrow cluttered scrawl, and then he laid it down. "How long have we been here?" "Don't you know?" He wept for a while. She slept, and when she awoke, he was com- posed and dressed. The bags were packed. He told her they were going to England. 225 THEY drove north from London to Donnelaith. She drove most of the time, but then he learned, and was able on the lonely stretches of country road to manage the vehicle acceptably. They had all their possessions in the car. She felt safer here than in Paris. "But why?...
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