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Show BO in coats. Two or three times she turned toward him, ready to speak, but held back by some inner bar. At last the building loomed ahead, and as he slowed toward the curb she mustered her forces. "My mother," she said, her voice almost too low to be heard, "is gone." "Oh?" Immediately something flared below, but he turned aside, not clear of her direction. Gone?" "Higashi. My aunt is ill." She paused once more; then: "Michio went too." "I see." He put his foot on the brake, making a more elaborate effort than it warranted. "When will they be back?" "Ten." His outward sturdiness hid an inner tightening. "Then" - - he released the brake - - "shall I turn?" "If you wish." And easing the jeep into gear he rounded the corner, to find himself on a short street ending at the foot of a hill. A few yards beyond the concrete building the houses were wooden, |