Julia got up. “We’ve kept you up long enough. Damon, you really must take her to the hotel and let her get some sleep. You’ve given us a great deal, you know,” she said laying a hand on Isabel’s shoulder. And then, as if this gesture made her shy, she went on hurriedly, “You’ll have a hard day tomorrow. Dr. Willoughby wants to talk to you about the funeral. But try to sleep tonight,” she added. “Would you like a pill?”

“Thank you, I have some.”

“It seems as if we’d never think this through to the end—not for a long time,” Julia added at the door. “But you’ve been a great help.”

“It isn’t thinking, is it?” Isabel turned at the door. Damon had rushed on ahead, as usual. “I have to feel my way.”

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