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"I’hbor’s? A stray, perhaps?"

Her expression grows irritated Not irritated: exposed As he watches, she reaches with her other hand to the scar and covers it with her palesture is involuntary; she isn’t aware that she is doing it, or is only partly cognizant

"Professor, I fail to see the point in all this"

"So it was your dog"

She startles

"Forgive me, Miss Tripp, but if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be so defensive The way you covered your hand just now? It tellselse"

She moves her hand away deliberately "And what’s that?"

"Two things One, you believe it was your fault Perhaps you were playing too roughly Perhaps you teased hi to, or maybe a little Either way, you were part of it You did so you"

She shows no reaction "And what’s the other?"

"That you never told anyone the truth"

The look on her face tells Logan that he has hit the one unstated: the dog was put down, perhaps unjustly Nevertheless, after a ame

"That’s quite a trick, Professor I’ll bet your students love it"

Now he’s the one who smiles "Touché But it’s not a trick, Miss Tripp, not entirely The point is a ful one History isn’t what you had for breakfast That’s one with the wind History is that scar on your hand It’s the stories that leave a mark, the past that refuses to stay past"