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ADillPickleAndthen,aftersixyears,shesawhimagain.HewasseatedatoneofthoselittlebambootablesdecoratedwithaJapanesevaseofpaperdaffodils.Hewaspeelinganorange.Hemusthavefeltthatshockofrecognitioninherforlookedupandmethereye!Incredible!Hedidn'tknowher.Shesmiled,hefrowned.Shecametowardshim.Heclosedhiseyesaninstant,butopeningthemhisfacelitupasthoughhehadstruckamatchinadarkroom.Helaiddowntheorangeandpushedbackhischair."Vera!"heexclaimed.nHowstrange.Really,foramomentIdidn'tknowyou.Won,tyousitdown?Won,tyouhavesomecoffee?"nYes,dlikesomecoffee.,Andshesatdownoppositehim.,You,vechanged.You,vechangedverymuch,t,hesaid,staringatherwitheager,lightedlook.nYoulooksowell.veneverseenyoulooksowellbefore.""Really?*Sheraisedherveilandunbuttonedherhighfurcollar.*,Idon,tfeelverywell.Ican,tbearthisweather,youknow/*',Ah,no.Youhatethecold.*"Loatheit.nSheshuddered.Andtheworstofitisthattheolderonegrows.*Heinterruptedher.nExcuseme,nandtappedonthetableforwaitress.,Pleasebringsomecoffeeandcream.,Toher:"Youaresureyouwon'teatanything?*nNo,thanks.Nothing.11,Thenthat'ssettled.*Andsmilinghetookuptheorangeagain.,Youweresayingtheolderonegrows*'"Thecolder/*shelaughed.Butshewasthinkinghowwellsherememberedthattrickofhisthetrickofinterruptingher-andofhowitusedtoexasperatehersixyearsago."Thecolder/*heechoedherwords,laughingtoo.nAh,ah.Youstillsaythesamethingsandthereisanotherthingaboutyouthatisnotchangedatallyourbeautifulvoice.Idon,tknowwhatitisveoftenwondered-thatmakesyourvoicesucha-hauntingmemory.DoyourememberthatfirstafternoonwespenttogetheratKewGarden?YouweresosurprisedbecauseIdidnotknowthenamesofanyflowers.Iamstilljustasignorantforallyourtellingme.Butwheneverit,sveryfineandwarm,andIseesomebrightcolourIhearyourvoiceSayingf1Geraniuni,marigold,andverbena,"Yourememberthatafternoon?*,Oh,yes,verywell.*'Shedrewalong,softbreath.Yet,whathadremainedinhermindofthatparticularafternoonwasanabsurdscene.AgreatmanypeopletakingteainaChinesepagoda,andhebehavinglikeamaniacaboutthewasps-wavingthemaway,flappingatthemwithhisstrawhat,seriousandinfuriatedoutofallproportiontotheoccasion.Howshehadsuffered.Butnow,ashespoke,thatmemoryfaded.Hiswasthetruer.Yes,ithadbeenawonderfulafternoon,fullofflowersandwarmsunshine.Herthoughtslingeredoverthelasttwowords.Andinthewarmth,asitwere,anothermemoryunfolded.Shesawherselfsittingonalawn.Helaybesideher,andsuddenly,herolledoverandputhisheadinherlap.,Iwish,"hesaidinalow,troubledvoice/1IwishthatIhadtakenpoisonandwereabouttodieherenow!"Sheleanedoverhim.''Ah,whydoyousaythat?MButhegaveakindofsoftmoan,andtakingherhandheheldittohischeek."BecauseIknowIamgoingtoloveyoutoomuch.AndIshallsuffersoterribly,Vera,becauseyounever,neverwillloveme.”Hewascertainlyfarbetterlookingnowthanhehadbeenthen.Hehadlostallthatdreamyvaguenessandindecision.Nowhehadtheairofamanwhohasfoundhisplaceinlife.Hemusthavemademoney,too.Hisclotheswereadmirable,andatthatmomenthepulledaRussiancigarettecaseoutofhispocket.,Won,tyousmoke?*nYes,Iwill.*'Shehoveredoverthem.,Theylookverygood.',IgetthemmadeformebyalittlemaninStJames'sStreet.Idon,tsmokeverymuch,butwhenIdo,theymustbedelicious.Smokingisn'tahabitwithme;it'saIuxury-Iikeperfume.Areyoustillsofondofperfumes?Ah,whenIinRussia.*Shebrokeinf,You,vereallybeentoRussia?*"Oh,yes.Iwasthereforoverayear.HaveyouforgottenhowWeusedtotalkofgoingthere?*"No,venotforgotten.0Hegaveastrangehalflaughandleanedbackinhischair.Isn,titcurious?Ihavereallycarriedoutallthosejourneysthatweplanned.Infact,Ihavespentthelastthreeyearsofmylifetravellingallthetime.Spain,Corsica,Siberia,Russia,Egypt.TheonlycountryleftisChina,andImeantogothere,too,whenthewarisover.nAshespoke,solightly,tappingtheendofhiscigaretteagainsttheashtray9shefeltthestrangebeastthathadslumberedsolongwithinherbosomstir,stretchitself,yawn,prickupitsears,andsuddenlyboundtoitsfeet,andfixitslonging,hungrystareuponthosefarawayplaces.Butallshesaidwas,smilinggently:nHowIenvyyou."nIthasbeen,*hesaid,nWonderful-especiallyRussia.IevenspentsomedaysonariverboatontheVolga.DOyourememberthatboatman'ssongthatyouusedtoplay?”Yes.Itbegantoplayasshespoke.,Doyouevenplayitnow?”"No,venopiano.Hewasamazedatthat.nBfutwhathasbecomeofyourbeautifulpiano?*Shemadealittlegrimace.Sold.Agesago.”“Butyouweresofondofmusic,*,hewondered.venotimeforitnow."saidshe.Heletitgoatthat."Thatriverlife,*hewenton,issomethingquitespecial.Afteradayortwoyoucan,trealizethatyouhaveevenknownanother.Anditisnotnecessarytoknowthelanguage-thelifeoftheboatcreatesabondbetweenyouandthepeoplethat,smorethansufficient.Youeatwiththem,passthedaywiththem,andintheeveningthereisthatendlesssinging.”Sheshivered,hearingtheboatman,ssongbreakoutagainloudandtragic,andseeingtheboatfloatingonthedarkeningriverwithmelancholytreesoneitherside.,You,dlikealmosteverythingaboutRussiaIifeJhesaidwarmly.,It,ssoinformal,soimpulsive,sofree.Andthenthepeasantsaresosplendid.IremembertheeveningsomefriendsandIwentforapicnicbytheBlackSea.Wetooksupperandcham