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"
Yes
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
They
looked
as
if
they
knew
that
one
may
not
approach
you
or
speak
in
your
presence
or
touch
a
fold
of
your
dress
.
They
knew
it
and
it
’
s
true
.
They
looked
at
you
with
respect
,
didn
’
t
they
?
They
looked
up
to
you
?
"
He
seized
her
arm
,
threw
her
down
on
her
knees
,
twisting
her
body
against
his
legs
,
and
bent
down
to
kiss
her
mouth
.
She
laughed
soundlessly
,
her
laughter
mocking
,
but
her
eyes
half
-
closed
,
veiled
with
pleasure
.
Hours
later
,
when
they
lay
in
bed
together
,
his
hand
moving
over
her
body
,
he
asked
suddenly
,
throwing
her
back
against
the
curve
of
his
arm
,
bending
over
her
—
and
she
knew
,
by
the
intensity
of
his
face
,
by
the
sound
of
a
gasp
somewhere
in
the
quality
of
his
voice
,
even
though
his
voice
was
low
and
steady
,
that
the
question
broke
out
of
him
as
if
it
were
worn
by
the
hours
of
torture
he
had
spent
with
it
:
"
Who
were
the
other
men
that
had
you
?
"
He
looked
at
her
as
if
the
question
were
a
sight
visualized
in
every
detail
,
a
sight
he
loathed
,
but
would
not
abandon
;
she
heard
the
contempt
in
his
voice
,
the
hatred
,
the
suffering
—
and
an
odd
eagerness
that
did
not
pertain
to
torture
;
he
had
asked
the
question
,
holding
her
body
tight
against
him
.
She
answered
evenly
,
but
he
saw
a
dangerous
flicker
in
her
eyes
,
as
of
a
warning
that
she
understood
him
too
well
.
"
There
was
only
one
other
,
Hank
.
"
"
When
?
"
"
When
I
was
seventeen
.
"
"
Did
it
last
?
"
"
For
some
years
.
"
