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She
stared
at
him
,
as
if
among
all
of
life
’
s
possibilities
this
was
one
she
had
never
held
as
conceivable
.
"
No
kidding
?
"
she
whispered
.
"
No
kidding
.
"
She
whirled
around
and
ran
like
a
streak
to
the
door
of
the
employees
’
quarters
,
forgetting
her
counter
,
her
duties
and
all
feminine
concern
about
never
showing
eagerness
in
accepting
a
man
’
s
invitation
.
He
stood
looking
after
her
for
a
moment
,
his
eyes
narrowed
.
He
did
not
name
to
himself
the
nature
of
his
own
feeling
—
never
to
identify
his
emotions
was
the
only
steadfast
rule
of
his
life
;
he
merely
felt
it
—
and
this
particular
feeling
was
pleasurable
,
which
was
the
only
identification
he
cared
to
know
.
But
the
feeling
was
the
product
of
a
thought
he
would
not
utter
.
He
had
often
met
girls
of
the
lower
classes
,
who
had
put
on
a
brash
little
act
,
pretending
to
look
up
to
him
,
spilling
crude
flattery
for
an
obvious
purpose
;
he
had
neither
liked
nor
resented
them
;
he
had
found
a
bored
amusement
in
their
company
and
he
had
granted
them
the
status
of
his
equals
in
a
game
he
considered
natural
to
both
players
involved
.
This
girl
was
different
.
The
unuttered
words
in
his
mind
were
:
The
damn
little
fool
means
it
.
That
he
waited
for
her
impatiently
,
when
he
stood
in
the
rain
on
the
sidewalk
,
that
she
was
the
one
person
he
needed
tonight
,
did
not
disturb
him
or
strike
him
as
a
contradiction
.
He
did
not
name
the
nature
of
his
need
.
The
unnamed
and
the
unuttered
could
not
clash
into
a
contradiction
.
When
she
came
out
,
he
noted
the
peculiar
combination
of
her
shyness
and
of
her
head
held
high
.
She
wore
an
ugly
raincoat
,
made
worse
by
a
gob
of
cheap
jewelry
on
the
lapel
,
and
a
small
hat
of
plush
flowers
planted
defiantly
among
her
curls
.
Strangely
,
the
lift
of
her
head
made
the
apparel
seem
attractive
;
it
stressed
how
well
she
wore
even
the
things
she
wore
.
"
Want
to
come
to
my
place
and
have
a
drink
with
me
?
"
he
asked
.
She
nodded
silently
,
solemnly
,
as
if
not
trusting
herself
to
find
the
right
words
of
acceptance
.
Then
she
said
,
not
looking
at
him
,
as
if
stating
it
to
herself
,
"
You
didn
’
t
want
to
see
anybody
tonight
,
but
you
want
to
see
me
.
.
.
"
He
had
never
heard
so
solemn
a
tone
of
pride
in
anyone
’
s
voice
.
