She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. . She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation, but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. . The weed was all right. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure.
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