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"
Hank
.
.
.
"
she
whispered
guiltily
,
in
desperate
astonishment
at
her
own
break
.
"
Quiet
,
darling
.
"
She
let
her
face
drop
back
on
his
knees
;
she
lay
still
,
fighting
for
rest
,
fighting
against
the
pressure
of
a
wordless
thought
:
he
had
been
able
to
bear
and
to
accept
her
broadcast
only
as
a
confession
of
her
love
;
it
made
the
truth
she
now
had
to
tell
him
more
inhuman
a
blow
than
anyone
had
the
right
to
deliver
.
She
felt
terror
at
the
thought
that
she
would
not
have
the
strength
to
do
it
,
and
terror
at
the
thought
that
she
would
.
When
she
looked
up
at
him
again
,
he
ran
his
hand
over
her
forehead
,
brushing
the
hair
off
her
face
.
"
It
’
s
over
,
darling
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
worst
of
it
is
over
,
for
both
of
us
.
"
"
No
,
Hank
,
it
isn
’
t
.
"
He
smiled
.
He
drew
her
to
sit
beside
him
,
with
her
head
on
his
shoulder
.
"
Don
’
t
say
anything
now
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
know
that
we
both
understand
all
that
has
to
be
said
,
and
we
’
ll
speak
of
it
,
but
not
until
it
has
ceased
to
hurt
you
quite
so
much
.
"
His
hand
moved
down
the
line
of
her
sleeve
,
down
a
fold
of
her
skirt
,
with
so
light
a
pressure
that
it
seemed
as
if
the
hand
did
not
feel
the
body
inside
the
clothes
,
as
if
he
were
regaining
possession
,
not
of
her
body
,
but
only
of
its
vision
.
