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She
rose
slowly
,
drawing
aside
her
stool
.
’
Did
you
want
to
come
in
?
’
she
asked
.
He
looked
down
at
her
shrewdly
.
’
Won
’
t
folks
be
thinkin
’
somethink
,
you
comin
’
here
every
night
?
’
he
said
.
’
Why
?
’
She
looked
up
at
him
,
at
a
loss
.
’
I
said
I
’
d
come
.
Nobody
knows
.
’
’
They
soon
will
,
though
,
’
he
replied
.
’
An
’
what
then
?
’
She
was
at
a
loss
for
an
answer
.
’
Why
should
they
know
?
’
she
said
.
’
Folks
always
does
,
’
he
said
fatally
.
Her
lip
quivered
a
little
.
