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. Then I sat up and
pulled my boots off, which might have been one of the six greatest pleasures
in my life. I removed my socks in a hurry then and threw them into the
corner of the room. Why doesn't anyone else in my line of work seem to get
sore feet? I filled the basin and soaked them for a time, then resolved to
go barefoot for the next few hours.
Finally I rose, stripped, cleaned up, and put on a pair of Levi's and a
purple flannel shirt of which I am fond. The hell with swords, daggers, and
cloaks for a time. I opened the shutters and looked outside. It was dark.
Because of clouds, I couldn't even guess from the stars whether it might be
early evening, late night, or almost morning.
It was very quiet in the hall, and there were no sounds as I made my
way down the back stair. The kitchen was deserted also, the big fires banked
and smoldering low. I didn't want to stir things up beyond hanging a pot of
water to warm for tea while I located some bread and fruit preserves. I
turned up a jug of something like grapefruit juice, too, in one of the
walk-in ice boxes.
As I sat warning my feet and working my way through the loaf, I began
to feel uneasy. I was sipping my tea before I realized what it was. There
seemed a great necessity that I be doing something, yet I had no idea what.
Now I had something of a breather, and it felt strange
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