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"
Yes
.
Just
.
"
She
gave
a
timid
mock
salute
,
then
reached
out
a
brown
arm
and
took
my
hand
.
I
sat
down
beside
her
.
"
Don
’
t
you
think
I
’
m
a
tramp
?
"
Perhaps
then
,
as
I
was
looking
at
her
,
so
close
,
I
had
my
choice
.
I
could
have
said
what
I
was
thinking
:
Yes
,
you
are
a
tramp
,
and
even
worse
,
you
exploit
your
tramphood
,
and
I
wish
I
’
d
taken
your
sisterin
-
law
-
to
-
be
’
s
advice
.
Perhaps
if
I
had
been
farther
away
from
her
,
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
,
in
any
situation
where
I
could
have
avoided
her
eyes
,
I
could
have
been
decisively
brutal
.
But
those
gray
,
searching
,
always
candid
eyes
,
by
their
begging
me
not
to
lie
,
made
me
lie
.
"
I
like
you
.
Really
very
much
.
"
"
Come
back
to
bed
and
hold
me
.
Nothing
else
.
Just
hold
me
.
"
I
got
into
bed
and
held
her
.
Then
for
the
first
time
in
my
life
I
made
love
to
a
woman
in
tears
.
She
was
in
tears
more
than
once
that
first
Saturday
.
She
went
down
to
see
Maggie
about
five
and
came
back
with
red
eyes
.
Maggie
had
told
her
to
get
out
.
Half
an
hour
later
Ann
,
the
other
girl
in
the
flat
,
one
of
those
unfortunate
women
whose
faces
fall
absolutely
flat
from
nostrils
to
chin
,
came
up
.
Maggie
had
gone
out
and
wanted
Alison
to
remove
all
her
things
.
So
we
went
down
and
brought
them
up
.
I
had
a
talk
with
Ann
.
In
her
quiet
,
rather
prim
way
she
showed
more
sympathy
for
Alison
than
I
was
expecting
;
Maggie
was
evidently
and
aggressively
blind
to
her
brother
’
s
faults
.
For
days
,
afraid
of
Maggie
,
who
for
some
reason
stood
in
her
mind
as
a
hated
but
still
potent
monolith
of
solid
Australian
virtue
on
the
blasted
moor
of
English
decadence
,
Alison
did
not
go
out
except
at
night
.
I
went
and
bought
food
,
and
we
talked
and
slept
and
made
love
and
danced
and
cooked
meals
at
all
hours
,
sous
les
toits
,
as
remote
from
ordinary
time
as
we
were
from
the
dull
London
world
outside
the
window
.
