He told her in the morning. He came into the kitchen, and he did not have leaves on his sleeve, and he did not have the smell of the garden on him, and his face was the face of a man who had been somewhere she had not been. He sat down at the table. The kettle was on the stove. The kettle was warm. He did not make tea. He sat at the table, and he did not speak, and she knew that he had been somewhere. She said: *you have been in the city.* He said: *I have been in the city.* She said: *the c...
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