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"
Yes
,
yes
.
"
He
spoke
hastily
.
"
But
wasn
’
t
it
rash
of
you
to
come
here
?
"
"
I
slipped
in
.
Nobody
knows
I
am
here
.
I
wanted
to
see
you
.
I
came
to
tell
you
I
have
been
very
foolish
.
I
came
because
I
could
no
longer
stay
away
,
because
my
heart
compelled
me
to
come
,
because
—
because
I
wanted
to
come
.
"
She
came
forward
,
out
of
her
chair
and
over
to
him
.
She
rested
her
hand
on
his
shoulder
a
moment
,
breathing
quickly
,
and
then
slipped
into
his
arms
.
And
in
his
large
,
easy
way
,
desirous
of
not
inflicting
hurt
,
knowing
that
to
repulse
this
proffer
of
herself
was
to
inflict
the
most
grievous
hurt
a
woman
could
receive
,
he
folded
his
arms
around
her
and
held
her
close
.
But
there
was
no
warmth
in
the
embrace
,
no
caress
in
the
contact
.
She
had
come
into
his
arms
,
and
he
held
her
,
that
was
all
.
She
nestled
against
him
,
and
then
,
with
a
change
of
position
,
her
hands
crept
up
and
rested
upon
his
neck
.
But
his
flesh
was
not
fire
beneath
those
hands
,
and
he
felt
awkward
and
uncomfortable
.
"
What
makes
you
tremble
so
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Is
it
a
chill
?
Shall
I
light
the
grate
?
"
He
made
a
movement
to
disengage
himself
,
but
she
clung
more
closely
to
him
,
shivering
violently
.
"
It
is
merely
nervousness
,
"
she
said
with
chattering
teeth
.
"
I
’
ll
control
myself
in
a
minute
.
There
,
I
am
better
already
.
"
Slowly
her
shivering
died
away
.
He
continued
to
hold
her
,
but
he
was
no
longer
puzzled
.
He
knew
now
for
what
she
had
come
.
"
My
mother
wanted
me
to
marry
Charley
Hapgood
,
"
she
announced
.
"
Charley
Hapgood
,
that
fellow
who
speaks
always
in
platitudes
?
"
Martin
groaned
.
Then
he
added
,
"
And
now
,
I
suppose
,
your
mother
wants
you
to
marry
me
.
"
He
did
not
put
it
in
the
form
of
a
question
.
He
stated
it
as
a
certitude
,
and
before
his
eyes
began
to
dance
the
rows
of
figures
of
his
royalties
.
