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A
nice
woman
?
A
much
more
than
nice
woman
.
There
’
s
no
word
to
say
how
he
said
it
.
Sadly
,
almost
unwillingly
.
Tenderly
,
but
a
shade
bitterly
.
And
honestly
.
Not
teasing
,
not
being
dry
.
But
right
out
of
his
real
self
.
I
’
d
been
looking
down
all
the
time
we
were
talking
,
but
he
made
me
look
up
then
,
and
our
eyes
met
and
I
know
something
passed
between
us
.
I
could
feel
it
.
Almost
a
physical
touch
.
Changing
us
.
His
saying
something
he
totally
meant
,
and
my
feeling
it
.
He
remained
staring
at
me
,
so
that
I
was
embarrassed
.
And
still
he
stared
.
I
said
,
please
don
’
t
stare
at
me
like
that
.
He
came
and
put
his
arm
round
my
shoulders
then
and
led
me
gently
towards
the
door
.
He
said
,
you
are
very
pretty
,
at
times
you
’
re
beautiful
.
You
are
sensitive
,
you
are
eager
,
you
try
to
be
honest
,
you
manage
to
be
both
your
age
and
natural
and
a
little
priggish
and
old
-
fashioned
at
the
same
time
.
You
even
play
chess
quite
well
.
You
’
re
just
the
daughter
I
’
d
like
to
have
.
That
’
s
probably
why
I
’
ve
wanted
you
so
much
these
last
few
months
.
He
pushed
me
through
the
door
,
face
forward
,
so
I
couldn
’
t
see
him
.
I
can
’
t
say
such
things
to
you
without
turning
your
head
.
And
you
mustn
’
t
turn
your
head
,
in
any
sense
.
Now
,
go
.
I
felt
him
press
my
shoulders
an
instant
.
And
he
kissed
the
back
of
my
head
.
Pushed
me
away
.
And
I
went
two
or
three
steps
down
the
stairs
before
I
stopped
and
looked
back
.
He
was
smiling
,
but
it
was
a
sad
smile
.
I
said
,
please
don
’
t
let
it
be
too
long
.
