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unlatched
was
gained, blotted, looked up
was
to sleep/lie (was sleeping or lying)
seemedwas
And suddenly he saw her at her window, looking out. He moved a little from the yew tree, and
whispered: “Megan!” She drew back, vanished, reappeared, leaning far down. He stole forward
on the grass patch, hit his shin against the green-painted chair, and held his breath at the sound.
The pale blur of her stretched-down arm and face did not stir; he moved the chair and noiselessly
mounted it. By stretching up his arm he could just reach. Her hand held the huge key of the front
door, and he clasped that burning hand with the cold key in it. He could just see her face, the
glint of teeth between her lips, her tumbled hair. She was still dressed – poor child, sitting up for
him, no doubt! “Pretty Megan!” Her hot, roughened fingers clung to his; her face had a strange
lost look. To have been able to reach it – even with his hand! The owl hooted a scent of
sweetbriar crept into his nostrills. Then one of the farm dogs barked; her grasp relaxed, she
shrank back.
to see (saw),
could see
had
hooted, crept, barked,
relaxed, shrank)
With a sigh he dropped back to earth, and sitting on that chair, took off his boots. Nothing
for it but to creep in and go to bed; yet for a long while he sat unmoving, his feet chilly in the
dew, drunk on the memory of her lost, half-smiling face, and the clinging grip of her burning
fingers, pressing the cold key into his hand.
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