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Only her eyes asked for mercy and patience. Mr. Gibson had lots of patience. He was undaunted and took pains to make some very silly puns each time he brought her a snack to eat. He hooked up the record player and let music penetrate the whole little house. He believed in humor and in beauty and in color and in music and he mined the deepest faiths he had . . for he knew he could heal her. On the second morning, he went in to remove her breakfast tray and saw that she was lying against the pillow with her face turned to the window.
It took quite a while to simmer down. But at last, just as suddenly, the little sadness fell. It was over. They mustn't try to start it up again. No. Force nothing. Sit, with the sweet contentment in their throats,' the after-taste of laughter that lies so kindly on the very membranes like a salve. " asked Rosemary gravely. " He lifted the last drop of his brandy. "We are celebrating you. " Her eyes filled with tears. She didn't answer. He said quietly, "Well, it's late. " She fished the red wool thing from behind her.
Understand there's just no time for pain," said Townsend a little uncomfortably. " "Quite a place," said Mr. Gibson, giving a last look around, Townsend had his finger on the light switch. "Wait a minute . " He frowned. He was like a housewife with unexpected company. He saw deficiencies in his housekeeping. "I see something should have been put away Maybe it wouldn't kill you, but . . Now who left that out, I wonder? " "Turning? Oh. " Mr. Gibson obligingly turned his back and stared at a cupboard full of breakers and tubes on the opposite wall.