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'I'm sorry. My name is Swann, Mr. D'Amour. Dorothea Swann. You may have heard of my husband?'

'The letter,' she repeated.

'And he was no miracle-worker?'

'May I ask . . . your name?'

Harry wanted to say Swann would have been mad not to have done so, but the comment was inappropriate. She didn't want blandishments; didn't need them. Didn't need anything, perhaps, but her husband alive again.

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

'I'd think sometimes-it was a kind of miracle that he let me into his life . . .'

'I'd think sometimes-it was a kind of miracle that he let me into his life . . .'

'Illusionist,' she said.

'Maybe,' she replied, nodding. 'Perhaps what happened to Swann would have happened anyway, wherever we'd been. People keep telling me: it was an accident. That's all. Just an accident.'

Valentin had appeared with a glass of milk. He set it down on the table in front of Harry. As he made to leave, she said: 'Valentin. The letter?'

'May I ask . . . your name?'

'I called him a magician a while back,' Harry said. 'You corrected me.'

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

'Don't blame New York,' he said. 'It can't help itself.'

'But you don't believe it?'

'I'd think sometimes-it was a kind of miracle that he let me into his life . . .'

'I read about it. Tragic.'

He turned on his heel and made a smart withdrawal.

'So I did,' she said, conceding his point with an apologetic look. 'Forgive me. That was Swann talking. He hated to be called a magician. He said that was a word that had to be kept for miracle-workers.'

'To Hamburg,' she said, 'I don't like this city. It's too hot. And too cruel.'

Valentin had re-appeared, his lugubrious features rife with suspicion. He carried an envelope, which he clearly had no desire to give up. Dorothea had to cross the carpet and take it from his hands.

'So I did,' she said, conceding his point with an apologetic look. 'Forgive me. That was Swann talking. He hated to be called a magician. He said that was a word that had to be kept for miracle-workers.'

Harry wanted to say Swann would have been mad not to have done so, but the comment was inappropriate. She didn't want blandishments; didn't need them. Didn't need anything, perhaps, but her husband alive again.

Valentin had appeared with a glass of milk. He set it down on the table in front of Harry. As he made to leave, she said: 'Valentin. The letter?'

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