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Now, together, we became aware of something.
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In his left trouser pocket.
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A lock.
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The lock. From the white stone home.
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Heavy and cold.
Key still in it.
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He had forgotten to rehang it.
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An opportunity to simplify our argument.
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We focused our attention upon the lock.
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Upon the perils of an unlocked door.
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I called to mind Fred Downs, raging in frustration as those drunken Anatomy students tossed his bagged sick-form on to their cart, horses rearing with alarm at the smell.
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I pictured the wolf-rended torso of Mrs. Scoville, tilted against her doorframe, one arm torn away, little veil fluttering in what remained of her white hair.
Imagined the wolves massing in the woods even now, sniffing the breeze— Making for the white stone home.
Snarling, drooling.
Bursting in.
Etc.
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The gentleman put his hand into that pocket.
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Closed it upon the lock.
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Shook his head unhappily: How could I have forgotten such a simple—
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Got to his feet.
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And walked off.
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In the direction of the white stone home.
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Leaving Mr. Vollman and me there behind him on the ground.
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LIV.
Had we—had we done it?
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It seemed that perhaps we had.
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LV.
Because we were as yet intermingled with one another, traces of Mr. Vollman naturally began arising in my mind and traces of me naturally began arising in his.
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Never having found ourselves in that configuration before— hans vollman
This effect was an astonishment.
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I saw, as if for the first time, the great beauty of the things of this world: waterdrops in the woods around us plopped from leaf to ground; the stars were low, blue-white, tentative; the wind-scent bore traces of fire, dryweed, rivermuck; the tssking drybush rattles swelled with a peaking breeze, as some distant cross-creek sleigh-nag tossed its neckbells.
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I saw his Anna’s face, and understood his reluctance to leave her behind.
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I desired the man-smell and the strong hold of a man.
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I knew the printing press, loved operating it. (Knew platen, roller-hook, gripper-bar, chase-bed.) Recalled my disbelief, as the familiar center-beam came down. That fading final panicked instant! I have crashed through my desk with my chin; someone (Mr. Pitts) screams from the ante-room, my bust of Washington lies about me, shattered.
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The stove ticks. In my thrashing panic I have upended a chair. The blood, channeled within the floorboard interstices, pools against the margins of the next-room rug. I may yet be revived. Who has not made a mistake? The world is kind, it forgives, it is full of second chances. When I broke Mother’s vase, I was allowed to sweep the fruit cellar. When I spoke unkindly to Sophia, our maid, I wrote her a letter, and all was well.
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As soon as tomorrow, if I can only recover, I will have her. I will sell the shop. We will travel. In many new cities, I will see her in dresses of many colors. Which will drop to many floors. Friends already, we will become much more: will work, every day, to “expand the frontiers of our happiness” (as she once so beautifully put it). And—there may be children yet: I am not so old, only forty-six, and she is in the prime of her— roger bevins iii
Why had we not done this before?
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So many years I had known this fellow and yet had never really known him at all.
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It was intensely pleasurable.
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But was not helping.
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The gentleman was gone.
Headed back to the white stone home.
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Impelled by us!
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O wonderful night!
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I exited Mr. Vollman.
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Upon Mr. Bevins’s exit, I was immediately filled with longing for him and his associated phenomena, a longing that rivaled the longing I had felt for my parents when I first left their home for my apprenticeship in Baltimore—a considerable longing indeed.
Such had been the intensity of our co-habitation.
I would never fail to fully see him again: dear Mr. Bevins!
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Dear Mr. Vollman!
I looked at him; he looked at me.
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We would be infused with some trace of one another forevermore.
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But that was not all.
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We seemed, now, to know the gentleman as well.
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