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Show 242 honor, and Mrs Satterwhite had, it was clear, reached the peak of happiness. As she watched the guests circulate about the room, or heard the laughter and talk rise like incense, even her features were softened. The house was charming, the area lovely, the windows opening out, over the darkened pines and mpmij_i, toward the twinkling lights below. At first there was a certain coolness, and she moved about, urging the groups together, so that before long '--most of the guests were young, and liked parties -- things began to move. Talk grew easy, there came the tinkle of ice, the evening was on its way to success. And there swept over her the desire to savor it alone; looking about as a final check she stepped into the yard. Avoiding a couple near the light she walked farther down and gazed across the bay. It was quiet. A few lights twinkled through the trees; from somewhere came the barking of a dog, thin and distant in the night. She felt complete. Oji was so much better than before: a sensible, orderly community. Marvin had a talent for command. He was, it hari been sairi, cold, but even coldness had its place: men obeysri. And she had her role, which she no longer had to insist upon. She could afford to be gracious, had the leisure to be happy. Though at the word she felt a muted, half-conscious tremor. The thought was troublesome: even at the peak, a soft wind circulated in the chambers of her heart. Perhaps, she thought, |