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I
don
’
t
expect
anything
,
I
said
.
I
don
’
t
expect
you
to
do
anything
that
you
don
’
t
want
.
You
can
do
what
you
like
,
study
art
,
etcetera
.
I
won
’
t
ask
anything
,
anything
of
you
,
except
to
be
my
wife
in
name
and
live
in
the
same
house
with
me
.
She
sat
staring
at
the
carpet
.
You
can
have
your
own
bedroom
and
lock
it
every
night
,
I
said
.
"
But
that
’
s
horrible
.
It
’
s
inhuman
!
We
’
ll
never
understand
each
other
.
We
don
’
t
have
the
same
sort
of
heart
.
"
I
’
ve
got
a
heart
,
for
all
that
,
I
said
.
"
I
just
think
of
things
as
beautiful
or
not
.
Can
’
t
you
understand
?
I
don
’
t
think
of
good
or
bad
.
Just
of
beautiful
or
ugly
.
I
think
a
lot
of
nice
things
are
ugly
and
a
lot
of
nasty
things
are
beautiful
.
"
You
’
re
playing
with
words
,
I
said
.
All
she
did
was
stare
at
me
,
then
she
smiled
and
got
up
and
stood
by
the
fire
,
really
beautiful
.
But
all
withdrawn
.
Superior
.
I
suppose
you
’
re
in
love
with
that
Piers
Broughton
,
I
said
.
I
wanted
to
give
her
a
jolt
.
She
was
really
surprised
,
too
.
"
How
do
you
know
about
him
?
"
I
told
her
it
was
in
the
papers
.
It
said
you
and
him
were
unofficially
engaged
,
I
said
.
