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"
You
’
ll
learn
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
’
ll
work
very
hard
to
learn
!
"
Her
glance
of
admiration
had
not
changed
.
He
walked
across
the
room
,
moving
in
that
glance
as
in
a
gentle
spotlight
.
He
went
to
refill
his
glass
.
A
mirror
hung
in
the
niche
behind
the
portable
bar
.
He
caught
a
glimpse
of
his
own
figure
:
the
tall
body
distorted
by
a
sloppy
,
sagging
posture
,
as
if
in
deliberate
negation
of
human
grace
,
the
thinning
hair
,
the
soft
,
sullen
mouth
.
It
struck
him
suddenly
that
she
did
not
see
him
at
alclass
=
"
underline
"
what
she
saw
was
the
heroic
figure
of
a
builder
,
with
proudly
straight
shoulders
and
wind
-
blown
hair
.
He
chuckled
aloud
,
feeling
that
this
was
a
good
joke
on
her
,
feeling
dimly
a
satisfaction
that
resembled
a
sense
of
victory
:
the
superiority
of
having
put
something
over
on
her
.
Sipping
his
drink
,
he
glanced
at
the
door
of
his
bedroom
and
thought
of
the
usual
ending
for
an
adventure
of
this
kind
.
He
thought
that
it
would
be
easy
:
the
girl
was
too
awed
to
resist
.
He
saw
the
reddish
-
bronze
sparkle
of
her
hair
—
as
she
sat
,
head
bent
,
under
a
light
—
and
a
wedge
of
smooth
,
glowing
skin
on
her
shoulder
.
He
looked
away
.
Why
bother
?
—
she
thought
.
The
hint
of
desire
that
he
felt
,
was
no
more
than
a
sense
of
physical
discomfort
.
The
sharpest
impulse
in
his
mind
,
nagging
him
to
action
,
was
not
the
thought
of
the
girl
,
but
of
all
the
men
who
would
not
pass
up
an
opportunity
of
this
kind
.
He
admitted
to
himself
that
she
was
a
much
better
person
than
Betty
Pope
,
perhaps
the
best
person
ever
offered
to
him
.
The
admission
left
him
indifferent
.
He
felt
no
more
than
he
had
felt
for
Betty
Pope
.
He
felt
nothing
.
The
prospect
of
experiencing
pleasure
was
not
worth
the
effort
;
he
had
no
desire
to
experience
pleasure
.
"
It
’
s
getting
late
,
"
he
said
.
"
Where
do
you
live
?
Let
me
give
you
another
drink
and
then
I
’
ll
take
you
home
.
"
When
he
said
good
-
bye
to
her
at
the
door
of
a
miserable
rooming
house
in
a
slum
neighborhood
,
she
hesitated
,
fighting
not
to
ask
a
question
which
she
desperately
wished
to
ask
him
,
"
Will
I
.
.
.
"
she
began
,
and
stopped
.
"
What
?
"
"
No
,
nothing
,
nothing
!
"
He
knew
that
the
question
was
:
"
Will
I
see
you
again
?
"
It
gave
him
pleasure
not
to
answer
,
even
though
he
knew
that
she
would
.
