She gave a little start as it
came into sight. There was a sob in her throat, tears burning in
her eyes. Her fingers clutched the curtains almost passionately.
She stood there watching until her eyes ached. Then she felt an
arm around her waist and her husband's whisper in her ear.
"I haven't let you wander too far, have I, Phil?"
She turned quickly towards him, eager for the comfort of his
extended arms. Her face was buried in his shoulder.
"You know," she murmured.
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