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“Look out!” she said in a low voice.

He sat down beside her and took her hand, but she replaced it on the arm of her chair and resumed her gentle rocking.

“Be careful. The children are inside.”

“But I can’t be careful. Now that life’s begun all over again, I’ve forgotten all the caution that I learned in the other life, the one that’s past.”

“Sh-h-h!”

Somewhat irritated, he glanced at her closely. Her face, unmoved and unresponsive, seemed vaguely older than it had yesterday; she was white and tired. But he dismissed the impression with a low, exultant laugh.

“Alice, I haven’t slept as I slept last night since I was a little boy, except that several times I woke up just for the joy of seeing the same moon we once knew together. I’d got it back.”

“I didn’t sleep at all.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I realized about two o’clock or three o’clock that I could never go away from my children—even with you.”

He was struck dumb. He looked at her blankly for a moment, and then he laughed—a short, incredulous laugh.