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t all。 she had really made only one improvement to his life—by encouraging him to take up work again in the topiary garden—and she had done it so subtly； so discreetly； that it was a simple matter for him to reorganize his mind until it told him that the decision had been entirely his own。 when it became clear that she had gone for good； he brought his boots from the shed and sat polishing them by the stove； legs up on the table； for who was there to stop him now？
in the nursery charlie’s rage and fury seemed to have deserted him； leaving in their place a woeful fatigue。 you could sometimes hear his slow； dragging steps across the floor； and sometimes； ear to the door； you heard him crying with the exhausted sobs of a wretched two…year…old。 could it be that in some deeply mysterious though still scientific way； hester had influenced him through locked doors and kept the worst of his despair at bay？ it did not seem impossible。
it was not only people who reacted to hester’s absence。 the house responded to it instantly。 the first thing was the new quiet。 there was no tap…tap…tap of hester’s feet trotting up and down stairs and along corridors。 then the thumps and knocks of the workmen on the roof came to a halt； too。 the roofer； discovering that hester was not there； had the well…founded suspicion that with no one to put his invoices under charlie’s nose； he would not be paid for his work。 he packed up his tools and left； came back once for his ladders； was never seen again。
on the first day of silence； and as if nothing had ever happened to interrupt it； the house picked up again its long； slow project of decay。 small things first： dirt began to seep from every crevice in every object in every room。 surfaces secreted dust。 windows covered themselves with the first fine layer of grime。 all of hester’s changes had been superficial。 they required daily attention to be maintained。 and as the missus’s cleaning schedules at first wavered； then crashed； the real； permanent nature of the house began to reassert itself。 the time came when you couldn’t pick anything up without feeling the old cling of grime on your fingers。
objects； too； went quickly back to their old ways。 the keys were first to go walkabout。 overnight they slipped themselves out of locks and off keyrings； then they gathered together in dusty panionship in the cavity beneath a loose floorboard。 silver candlesticks； while they still had their gleam of hester’s polish； made their way from the drawing room mantelpiece to emmeline’s stash of treasure under the bed。 books left their library shelves and took themselves upstairs； where they rested in corners and under sofas。 curtains took to drawing and closing themselves。 even the furniture made the most of the lack of supervision to move about。 a sofa inched forward from its place against the wall； a chair shifted two feet to the left。 all evidence of the house ghost reasserting herself。
a roof in the process of being repaired gets worse before it gets better。 some of the holes left by the roofer were larger than the ones he had been called in to mend。 it was all right to lie on the floor of the attic and feel the sunshine on your face； but rain was another matter。 the floorboards began to soften； then water dripped through into the rooms below。 there were places you knew not to tread； where the floor sagged precariously beneath your feet。 soon it would collapse and you would be able to see straight through into the room below。 and how long before that room’s floor gave way and you would see into the library？ and could the library floor give way？ would it one day be possible to stand in the cellars and look up through four floors of rooms to the sky？ water； like god； moves in mysterious ways。 once inside a house； it obeys the force of gravity indirectly。 inside walls and under floors it finds secret gullies and runways； it seeps and trickles in unexpected directions； surfaces in the most unlikely places。 all around the house were cloths to soak up the wet； but no one ever wrung them out； saucepans and bowls were placed here and there to catch drips； but they overflowed before anyone remembered to change them。 the constant wet…less brought the plaster off the walls and was eating into the mortar。 in the attic； there were walls so unsteady that with one hand you could rock them like a loose tooth。 and the twins in all of this？
it was a serious wound that hester and the doctor had inflicted。 of course things would never be the same again。 the twins would always hare a scar； and the effects of the separation would never be entirely eradicated。 yet they felt the scar differently。 adeline after all had fallen quickly into a state of fugue once she understood what hester and the doctor were about。 she lost herself almost at the moment she lost her twin and had no recollection of the time passed away from her。 as far as she knew； the blackness that had been interposed between losing her twin and finding her again might have been a year or a second。 not that it mattered now。 for it was over； and she had e to life again。
for emmeline； things were different。 she had not had the relief of amnesia。 she had suffered longer； and she had suffered more。 each second was agony in the first weeks。 she was like an amputee in the days before anesthesia； half crazed with pain； astounded that the human body could feel so much and not die of it。 but slowly； cell by painful cell； she began to mend。 there came a time when it was no longer her whole body that burned with pain but only her heart。 and then there came a time when even her heart was able； for a time at least； to feel other emotions besides grief。 in short； emmeline adapted to her twin’s absence。 she learned how to exist apart。
yet still they reconnected and were twins again。 though emmeline was not the same twin as before； and this was something adeline did not immediately know。
at the beginning there was only the delight of reunion。 they were inseparable。 where one went； the other followed。 in the topiary gardens they circled around the old trees； playing endless games of now…you…see…me…now…you…don’t； a repetition of their recent experience of loss and rediscovery that adeline never seemed to tire of。 for emmeline； the novelty began gradually to wear off。 some of the old antagonism crept in。 emmeline wanted to go one way； adeline the other； so they fought。 and as before； it was usually emmeline who gave in。 in her new； secret self； she minded this。
though emmeline had once been fond of hester； she didn’t miss her now。 during the experiment her affection had waned。 she knew； after all； that it was hester who had separated her from her sister。 and not only that； but hester had been so taken up with her reports and her scientific consultations that； perhaps without realizing it； she had neglected emmeline。 during that time； finding herself in unaccustomed solitude； emmeline had found ways of distracting herself from her sorrow。 she discovered amusements and entertainments that she grew to enjoy for their own sake。 games that she did not expect to give up just because her sister was back。
so it was that on the third day after the reunion； emmeline ab