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Everything that he saw below him in the calm
radiance of the morning pushed it from thought to thought. Yet none of
these thoughts were valuable. None seemed fully formed. They resembled
henids, things seen so far away that one cannot tell what they are,
but is only aware that they exist and can attract attention.
He came out upon his balcony. As he did so he looked down into the
road, and saw a hired carriage drive up, with Hermione in it.
She glanced up and saw him.
"May I come in for a minute?"
He nodded, smiling, and went out to meet her, glad of this
interruption.
They met at the door of the lift. As Hermione stepped out she cast a
rather anxious glance at her friend, a glance that seemed to say that
she was not quite certain of her welcome. Artois' eyes reassured her.
"I feel guilty," she said.
"Why?"
"Coming at such an hour. Are you working?"
"No. I don't know why, but I am incapable of work. I feel both lazy
and restless, an unfruitful combination. Perhaps something in me
secretly knew that you were coming.


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