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r me。
i would go。 to take photographs of the church？ not even that。 i would go to the village store。 i would telephone a taxi。 go to the station and from there home。
all this i would do； in a minute。 for the time being； i wanted to stay like this； head leaning against the door； fingers on the handle； indifferent to whatever was beyond； and waiting for the tears to pass and my heart to calm itself。
i waited。
then； beneath my fingers； the handle to the third room began to turn of its own accord。
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THE FRIENDLY GIANT
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i ran。 i jumped over the holes in the floorboards； leaped down the stairs three at a time； lost my footing and lunged at the handrail for support。 i grasped at a handful of ivy； stumbled； saved myself and lurched forward again。 the library？ no。 the other way。 through an archway。 branches of elder and buddleia caught at my clothes； and i half fell several times as my feet scrabbled through the detritus of the broken house。
at last； inevitably； i crashed to the ground； and a wild cry escaped my lips。
‘oh dear； oh dear。 did i startle you？ oh dear。“
i stared back through the archway。
leaning over the gallery landing was not the skeleton or monster of my imaginings； but a giant。 he moved smoothly down the stairs； stepped daintily and unconcernedly through the debris on the floor and came to stand over me with an expression of the utmost concern on his face。
‘oh my goodness。“
he must have been six…foot…four or …five； and was broad； so broad that the house seemed to shrink around him。
‘i never meant… you see； i only thought… because you’d been there some time； and… but that doesn’t matter now； because the thing is； my dear； are you hurt？“
i felt reduced to the size of a child。 but for all his great dimensions； this man； too； had something of a child about him。 too plump for wrinkles； he had a round； cherubic face； and a halo of silver…blond curls sat neatly around his balding head。 his eyes were round like the frames of his spectacles。 they were kind and had a blue transparency。
i must have been looking dazed； and pale； too； perhaps。 he knelt by my side and took my wrist。
‘my； my； that was quite a tumble you took。 if only i’d… i should never have… pulse a bit high。 hmm。“
my shin was stinging。 i reached to investigate a tear in the knee of my trousers； and my fingers came away bloodied。
‘dear； oh dear。 it’s the leg； is it？ is it broken？ can you move it？“ i wriggled my foot； and the man’s face was a picture of relief。
‘thank goodness。 i should never have forgiven myself。 now； you stay there while i… i’ll just get the… back in a minute。“ and off he went。 his feet danced delicately in and out of the jagged edges of wood； then skipped swiftly up the stairs； while the upper half of his body sailed serenely above； as if unconnected to the elaborate footwork going on below。
i took a deep breath and waited。
‘i’ve put the kettle on；“ he announced as he returned。 it was a proper first…aid kit he had with him； white with a red cross on it； and he took out an antiseptic lotion and some gauze。
‘i always said； someone will get hurt in that old place one of these days。 i’ve had the kit for years。 better safe than sorry； eh？ oh dear； oh dear！“ he winced with empathy as he pressed the stinging pad against my cut shin。 ”let’s be brave； shall we？“
‘do you have electricity here？“ i asked。 i was feeling bewildered。
‘electricity？ but it’s a ruin。“ he stared at me； astonished by my question； as though i might have suffered a concussion in the fall and lost my reason。
‘it’s just that i thought you said you’d put the kettle on。“
‘oh； i see！ no！ i have a camping stove。 i used to have a thermos flask； but“—he turned his nose up—”tea from a thermos is not very nice； is it？ now； does it sting very badly？“
‘only a bit。“
‘good girl。 quite a tumble that was。 now tea—lemon and sugar all right？ no milk； i’m afraid。 no fridge。“
‘lemon will be lovely。“
‘right。 well； let’s make you fortable。 the rain has stopped； so tea outdoors？“ he went to the grand old double door at the front of the house and unlatched it。 with a creak smaller than one expected； the doors swung open； and i began to get to my feet。
‘don’t move！“
the giant danced back toward me； bent down and picked me up。 i felt myself being raised into the air and carried smoothly outside。 he sat me sideways on the back of one of the black cats i had admired an hour earlier。
‘you wait there； and when i e back； you and i will have a lovely tea！“ and he went back into the house。 his huge back glided up the stairs and disappeared into the entrance of the corridor and the third room。
‘fy？“
i nodded。
‘marvelous。“ he smiled as though it were indeed marvelous。 ”now； let us introduce ourselves。 my name is love。 aurelius alphonse love。 do call me aurelius。“ he looked at me expectantly。
‘margaret lea。“
‘margaret。“ he beamed。 ”splendid。 quite splendid。 now； eat。“
between the ears of the big black cat he had unfolded a napkin； corner by corner。 inside was a dark and sticky slice of cake； cut generously。 i bit into it。 it was the perfect cake for a cold day： spiced with ginger； sweet but hot。 the stranger strained the tea into dainty china cups。 he offered me a bowl of sugar lumps； then took a blue velvet pouch from his breast pocket； which he opened。 resting on the velvet was a silver spoon with an elongated a in the form of a stylized angel ornamenting the handle。 i took it； stirred my tea and passed it back to him。
while i ate and drank； my host sat on the second cat； which took on an unexpected kittenish appearance beneath his great girth。 he ate in silence； neatly and with concentration。 he watched me eat； too； anxious that i should appreciate the food。
‘that was lovely；“ i said。 ”homemade； i think？“
the gap between the two cats was about ten feet； and to converse we had to raise our voices slightly； giving the conversation a somewhat theatrical air； as though it were some performance。 and indeed we had an audience。 in the rain…washed light； close to the edge of the woods； a deer； stock…still； r