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Catherine turned her head in courteous inquiry.
“Trying—to hold—herself—together!”
She winced. “Don’t—shout at me, Joel. Just speak distinctly and I can hear you.”
“I’m sorry,” he said; he knew she had not heard. He leaned close to her ear. “I’m sorry,” he said again, carefully and not too loudly. “Jumpy, that’s all.”
“No matter,” she said in that level of her voice which was already old.
He watched her a moment, and sighed with sorrow for her, and said, “We’ll know before long.”
“Yes,” she said. “I presume.” She relaxed her hands in her sewing and gazed out across the shadowy room.
It became mere useless torment to watch her; he went back to The New Republic.
“I wonder how it happened,” she said, after a while.
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