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It was the most silent meal that she had ever sat through. His face, perplexed and distressed, was like a mirror into which for some reason she dared not look. She wanted to run to him and take his head in her arms and cry "O--my dear--don't look so tragic. Laugh,--speak to me." Once only did he break the silence, holding his cup and staring into it as though searching for an inspiration.
"You can't stay here, Mary."