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“
But
didn
’
t
you
remember
that
you
had
worn
gloves
?
”
She
shook
her
head
as
though
bewildered
,
and
then
said
slowly
:
“
Are
you
going
to
give
me
up
to
—
to
the
Police
?
”
“
Good
God
!
no
.
”
Her
eyes
sought
mine
long
and
earnestly
,
and
then
she
asked
in
a
little
quiet
voice
that
sounded
afraid
of
itself
:
“
Why
not
?
”
It
seemed
a
strange
place
and
a
strange
time
for
a
declaration
of
love
—
and
God
knows
,
in
all
my
imagining
,
I
had
never
pictured
love
coming
to
me
in
such
a
guise
.
But
I
answered
simply
and
naturally
enough
:
“
Because
I
love
you
,
Cinderella
.
”
She
bent
her
head
down
,
as
though
ashamed
,
and
muttered
in
a
broken
voice
:
