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"
It
was
a
long
time
ago
,
"
she
murmured
contemplatively
.
"
It
seems
like
a
thousand
years
.
"
But
Martin
went
no
further
into
the
matter
.
He
led
the
conversation
off
into
other
channels
.
They
had
lunch
in
the
restaurant
,
where
he
ordered
wine
and
expensive
delicacies
and
afterward
he
danced
with
her
and
with
no
one
but
her
,
till
she
was
tired
.
He
was
a
good
dancer
,
and
she
whirled
around
and
around
with
him
in
a
heaven
of
delight
,
her
head
against
his
shoulder
,
wishing
that
it
could
last
forever
.
Later
in
the
afternoon
they
strayed
off
among
the
trees
,
where
,
in
the
good
old
fashion
,
she
sat
down
while
he
sprawled
on
his
back
,
his
head
in
her
lap
.
He
lay
and
dozed
,
while
she
fondled
his
hair
,
looked
down
on
his
closed
eyes
,
and
loved
him
without
reserve
.
Looking
up
suddenly
,
he
read
the
tender
advertisement
in
her
face
.
Her
eyes
fluttered
down
,
then
they
opened
and
looked
into
his
with
soft
defiance
.
"
I
’
ve
kept
straight
all
these
years
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
so
low
that
it
was
almost
a
whisper
.
In
his
heart
Martin
knew
that
it
was
the
miraculous
truth
.
And
at
his
heart
pleaded
a
great
temptation
.
It
was
in
his
power
to
make
her
happy
.
Denied
happiness
himself
,
why
should
he
deny
happiness
to
her
?
He
could
marry
her
and
take
her
down
with
him
to
dwell
in
the
grass
-
walled
castle
in
the
Marquesas
.
The
desire
to
do
it
was
strong
,
but
stronger
still
was
the
imperative
command
of
his
nature
not
to
do
it
.
In
spite
of
himself
he
was
still
faithful
to
Love
.
The
old
days
of
license
and
easy
living
were
gone
.
He
could
not
bring
them
back
,
nor
could
he
go
back
to
them
.
He
was
changed
—
how
changed
he
had
not
realized
until
now
.
"
I
am
not
a
marrying
man
,
Lizzie
,
"
he
said
lightly
.
The
hand
caressing
his
hair
paused
perceptibly
,
then
went
on
with
the
same
gentle
stroke
.
He
noticed
her
face
harden
,
but
it
was
with
the
hardness
of
resolution
,
for
still
the
soft
color
was
in
her
cheeks
and
she
was
all
glowing
and
melting
.
"
I
did
not
mean
that
—
"
she
began
,
then
faltered
.
"
Or
anyway
I
don
’
t
care
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
,
"
she
repeated
.
"
I
’
m
proud
to
be
your
friend
.
I
’
d
do
anything
for
you
.
I
’
m
made
that
way
,
I
guess
.
"
Martin
sat
up
.
He
took
her
hand
in
his
.
He
did
it
deliberately
,
with
warmth
but
without
passion
;
and
such
warmth
chilled
her
.
"
Don
’
t
let
’
s
talk
about
it
,
"
she
said
.
