his supper
waiting on
the table
and he sat
and ate
it， still
without
having
seen her
at all。but
he knew
that she
was in the
house and
that the
coming of
dark
within the
old walls
was
breaking
down
something
and
leaving it
corrupt
with
waiting。He
knew how
she had
spent the
day；that
her days
also were
no
diferent
from what
they had
always
been， as
if in her
case too
another
person had
lived
them。All
day long
he would
imagine
her， going
