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EVEN before he got up he knew he was on his way. Even in the midst of
the involuntary orgasmic jerking he knew. Knew she was dead， knew he
was on his way. Even standing there on shaking legs， trying to push the
copper buttons through the stiff buttonholes he knew that everything he
had done or thought in his life had to be started over again. Even if he got
away.
He couldn t get any air， but stood on his knocked-out legs gasping and
wheezing. It was like he d taken a bad fall. Dazed. He could feel the blood
hammering in his throat. But there was nothing else， only the gasping for
breath and an abnormal acuity of vision. Mats of juniper flowed across the
field like spilled water; doghair maple crowded the stone wall wavering
through the trees.
He d thought of the wall walking up the slope behind Billy， thought of
it in a common way， of working on it sometime， setting back in place the
stones that frost and thrusting roots had thrown out. Ngw he saw it as a
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