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’
And
were
you
sorry
when
I
came
along
?
’
she
asked
.
’
I
was
sorry
and
I
was
glad
.
’
’
And
what
are
you
now
?
’
’
I
’
m
sorry
,
from
the
outside
:
all
the
complications
and
the
ugliness
and
recrimination
that
’
s
bound
to
come
,
sooner
or
later
.
That
’
s
when
my
blood
sinks
,
and
I
’
m
low
.
But
when
my
blood
comes
up
,
I
’
m
glad
.
I
’
m
even
triumphant
.
I
was
really
getting
bitter
.
I
thought
there
was
no
real
sex
left
:
never
a
woman
who
’
d
really
"
come
"
naturally
with
a
man
:
except
black
women
,
and
somehow
,
well
,
we
’
re
white
men
:
and
they
’
re
a
bit
like
mud
.
’
’
And
now
,
are
you
glad
of
me
?
’
she
asked
.
’
Yes
!
When
I
can
forget
the
rest
.
When
I
can
’
t
forget
the
rest
,
I
want
to
get
under
the
table
and
die
.
’
’
Why
under
the
table
?
’
’
Why
?
’
he
laughed
.
’
Hide
,
I
suppose
.
Baby
!
’
’
You
do
seem
to
have
had
awful
experiences
of
women
,
’
she
said
.
