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[0469] rasi raising my head from the pillow.
[0470] By this I do not mean [place = margin left] the [place = inline] [⁁] [place = supralinear] [the]
two windows in their entirety, but one in its entirety and part of
the other.
[0471] It is in this latter that the light has just gone on.
[0472] For an instant I could see the woman coming and going.
[0473] Then she
drew the curtain. [place = inline] [|] [0474] Until to-morrow I shall not see her again, her
shadow perhaps from time to time.
[0475] She does not always draw the cur-
tain.
[0476] The man has not yet come home. Home.
[0477] I have demanded certain
movements of my legs and even feet.
[0478] I know them well and could
feel the effort they made, [place = margin left] [₰] to obey.
[0479] I have lived with them that
little space of time, filled with drama, between the message received
and the piteous resp [place = margin left] o[⁁][ [place = supralinear] o]nse.
[0480] To old dogs the hour comes when, whistled
by their master setting forth with his stick at dawn, they cannot
spring after him.
[0481] Then they stay in their kennel, or in their
basket, though they are not chained, and listen to the steps
dying away.
[0482] The man too is sad.
[0483] But soon the pure air and the sun
console him, he thinks no more about his old companion, until
evening.
[0484] The lights in his house bid him welcome home and a feeble
m [place = overwritten] b [place = inline] [⁁] [place = supralinear] barking makes him say, It is time I had him destroyed.
[0485] There's a
no [place = inline] [⁁] [place = margin left] i[ [place = supralinear] i]ce passage.
[0486] Soon it will be eveb [place = overwritten] n better, soon things will be
better.
[0487] I am going to rummage a little in my possessions.
[0488] Then
I shall put my head under the blankets.
[0489] Then things will be better,
for Sapo and for him who follows him, who asks nothing but to
follow in his footsteps, by clear and endurable ways.

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