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"
In
the
name
of
anything
I
ever
meant
to
you
.
.
.
"
she
whispered
,
"
anything
left
within
you
.
.
.
"
In
the
moment
when
she
thought
that
she
had
seen
this
look
before
,
that
this
was
the
way
he
had
looked
against
the
night
glow
of
the
city
,
when
he
lay
in
bed
by
her
side
for
the
last
time
—
she
heard
his
cry
,
the
kind
of
cry
she
had
never
torn
from
him
before
:
"
My
love
,
I
can
’
t
!
"
Then
,
as
they
looked
at
each
other
,
both
shocked
into
silence
by
astonishment
,
she
saw
the
change
in
his
face
.
It
was
as
crudely
abrupt
as
if
he
had
thrown
a
switch
.
He
laughed
,
he
moved
away
from
her
and
said
,
his
voice
jarringly
offensive
by
being
completely
casuaclass
=
"
underline
"
"
Please
excuse
the
mixture
in
styles
of
expression
.
I
’
ve
been
supposed
to
say
that
to
so
many
women
,
but
on
somewhat
different
occasions
.
"
Her
head
dropped
,
she
sat
huddled
tight
together
,
not
caring
that
he
saw
it
.
When
she
raised
her
head
,
she
looked
at
him
indifferently
.
"
All
right
,
Francisco
.
It
was
a
good
act
.
I
did
believe
it
.
If
that
was
your
own
way
of
having
the
kind
of
fun
I
was
offering
you
,
you
succeeded
.
I
won
’
t
ask
you
for
anything
.
"
"
I
warned
you
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
know
which
side
you
belonged
on
.
It
didn
’
t
seem
possible
—
but
it
’
s
the
side
of
Orren
Boyle
and
Bertram
Scudder
and
your
old
teacher
.
"
"
My
old
teacher
?
"
he
asked
sharply
.
