He stepped toward her. He looked like an old bear now carrying on his shoulders too many winters, blind, wandering to the touch. - Elizabeth, you always was against me. Oh, I know why: a blow to the bedlenderam always present to you another selfish act - simply protecting my personal material interests, and nothing else. I hope now you judge me not as severely. She gestured toward the table. - Hold briefly, - she said. - I'll make some fresh coffee, and then go to the ranch. - I still have a lot of things do not, - he said, and turned to the door. - Maybe another time. Why did not you come to the ranch for dinner last night? ..