She worked it out slowly, because there was no clock and no sun and nothing to measure anything against except him, and he was the measure. There came a point — she learned to feel it, a sort of tightening in the room, the way the air goes before thunder — when he would stop whatever he was doing and put the helm on and go out without a word.
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