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'You were a beautiful child,' he heard himself saying, and for a moment he did not know to whom he spoke. Light swam before his eyes, found shape, and became the face of his daughter, lined and somber and worn with care. He closed his eyes again. In the study. Remember? You used to sit with me when I worked. You were so still, and the light ... the light ...' The light of the desk lamp (he could see it now) had been absorbed by her studious small face that bent in childish absorption over a book or a picture, so that the smooth flesh glowed against the shadows of the room. He heard the small laughter echo in the distance. Of course,' he said and looked upon the present face of that child. 'Of course,' he said again, 'you were always there.'