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"
What
a
cheap
shopkeeper
’
s
attitude
!
"
She
did
not
speak
;
she
looked
at
him
,
her
eyes
stretched
by
a
silent
question
.
"
To
be
loved
for
!
"
he
said
,
his
voice
grating
with
mockery
and
righteousness
.
"
So
you
think
that
love
is
a
matter
of
mathematics
,
of
exchange
,
of
weighing
and
measuring
,
like
a
pound
of
butter
on
a
grocery
counter
?
I
don
’
t
want
to
be
loved
for
anything
.
I
want
to
be
loved
for
myself
—
not
for
anything
I
do
or
have
or
say
or
think
.
For
myself
—
not
for
my
body
or
mind
or
words
or
works
or
actions
.
"
"
But
then
.
.
.
what
is
yourself
?
"
"
If
you
loved
me
,
you
wouldn
’
t
ask
it
.
"
His
voice
had
a
shrill
note
of
nervousness
,
as
if
he
were
swaying
dangerously
between
caution
and
some
blindly
heedless
impulse
.
"
You
wouldn
’
t
ask
.
You
’
d
know
.
You
’
d
feel
it
.
Why
do
you
always
try
to
tag
and
label
everything
?
Can
’
t
you
rise
above
those
petty
materialistic
definitions
?
Don
’
t
you
ever
feel
—
just
feel
?
"
"
Yes
.
Jim
,
I
do
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
low
.
"
But
I
am
trying
not
to
,
because
.
.
.
because
what
I
feel
is
fear
.
"
"
Of
me
?
"
he
asked
hopefully
.
"
No
,
not
exactly
.
Not
fear
of
what
you
can
do
to
me
,
but
of
what
you
are
.
"
He
dropped
his
eyelids
with
the
swiftness
of
slamming
a
door
—
but
she
caught
a
flash
of
his
eyes
and
the
flash
,
incredibly
,
was
terror
.
"
You
’
re
not
capable
of
love
,
you
cheap
little
gold
-
digger
!
"
he
cried
suddenly
,
in
a
tone
stripped
of
all
color
but
the
desire
to
hurt
.
"
Yes
,
I
said
gold
-
digger
.
There
are
many
forms
of
it
,
other
than
greed
for
money
,
other
and
worse
.
You
’
re
a
gold
-
digger
of
the
spirit
.
You
didn
’
t
marry
me
for
my
cash
—
but
you
married
me
for
my
ability
or
courage
or
whatever
value
it
was
that
you
set
as
the
price
of
your
love
!
"
