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She
said
,
"
Now
you
’
re
behaving
like
a
little
boy
.
You
forget
that
you
are
keeping
me
here
by
force
.
I
admit
it
is
quite
a
gentle
force
,
but
it
is
frightening
.
"
As
long
as
you
keep
your
word
,
I
’
ll
keep
mine
,
I
said
.
I
had
gone
red
,
of
course
.
"
But
I
’
ve
not
given
you
my
word
not
to
try
and
escape
,
have
I
?
"
All
you
live
for
is
the
day
you
see
the
last
of
me
,
I
said
.
I
’
m
just
a
nobody
still
,
aren
’
t
I
?
She
turned
half
away
.
"
I
want
to
see
the
last
of
this
house
.
Not
of
you
.
"
And
mad
,
I
said
.
Do
you
think
a
madman
would
have
treated
you
the
way
I
have
?
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
a
madman
would
have
done
.
He
’
d
have
killed
you
by
now
.
Like
that
fellow
Christie
,
I
suppose
you
think
I
’
m
going
for
you
with
a
carving
-
knife
or
something
.
(
I
was
really
fed
up
with
her
that
day
.
)
How
daft
can
you
get
?
All
right
,
you
think
I
’
m
not
normal
keeping
you
here
like
this
.
Perhaps
I
’
m
not
.
But
I
can
tell
you
there
’
d
be
a
blooming
lot
more
of
this
if
more
people
had
the
money
and
the
time
to
do
it
.
Anyway
there
’
s
more
of
it
now
than
anyone
knows
.
The
police
know
,
I
said
,
the
figures
are
so
big
they
don
’
t
dare
say
them
.
She
was
staring
at
me
.
It
was
like
we
were
complete
strangers
.
I
must
have
looked
funny
,
it
was
the
most
I
’
d
ever
said
.
"
Don
’
t
look
like
that
,
"
she
said
.
"
What
I
fear
in
you
is
something
you
don
’
t
know
is
in
you
.
"
What
,
I
asked
.
I
was
still
angry
.
