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He
said
slowly
,
his
voice
oddly
strained
and
solemn
,
"
I
have
never
claimed
to
be
immaculate
.
"
She
laughed
.
"
And
what
is
it
you
’
re
being
right
now
?
You
’
re
giving
me
an
honest
answer
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
She
shrugged
her
naked
shoulders
.
"
Oh
,
darling
,
don
’
t
take
me
seriously
!
I
’
m
just
talking
.
"
He
ground
his
cigarette
into
an
ashtray
;
he
did
not
answer
.
"
Darling
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
actually
came
here
only
because
I
kept
thinking
that
I
had
a
husband
and
I
wanted
to
find
out
what
he
looked
like
.
"
She
studied
him
as
he
stood
across
the
room
,
the
tall
,
straight
,
taut
lines
of
his
body
emphasized
by
the
single
color
of
the
dark
blue
pajamas
.
"
You
’
re
very
attractive
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
look
so
much
better
—
these
last
few
months
.
Younger
.
Should
I
say
happier
?
You
look
less
tense
.
Oh
,
I
know
you
’
re
rushed
more
than
ever
and
you
act
like
a
commander
in
an
air
raid
,
but
that
’
s
only
the
surface
.
You
’
re
less
tense
—
inside
.
"
He
looked
at
her
,
astonished
.
It
was
true
;
he
had
not
known
it
,
had
not
admitted
it
to
himself
.
He
wondered
at
her
power
of
observation
.
She
had
seen
little
of
him
in
these
last
few
months
.
He
had
not
entered
her
bedroom
since
his
return
from
Colorado
.
He
had
thought
that
she
would
welcome
their
isolation
from
each
other
.
Now
he
wondered
what
motive
could
have
made
her
so
sensitive
to
a
change
in
him
—
unless
it
was
a
feeling
much
greater
than
he
had
ever
suspected
her
of
experiencing
.
