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I
reached
out
and
touched
her
bare
stomach
.
She
pushed
my
hand
away
,
but
held
it
.
"
You
feel
,
I
feel
,
what
’
s
the
good
.
It
’
s
what
we
feel
.
What
you
feel
is
what
I
feel
.
I
’
m
a
woman
.
"
I
was
frightened
;
and
calculated
my
answer
.
"
Would
you
marry
me
if
I
asked
you
?
"
"
You
can
’
t
say
it
like
that
.
"
"
I
’
d
marry
you
tomorrow
if
I
thought
you
really
needed
me
.
Or
wanted
me
.
"
"
Oh
Nicko
,
Nicko
.
"
Rain
lashed
the
windowpanes
.
She
beat
my
hand
on
the
bed
between
us
.
There
was
a
long
silence
.
"
I
’
ve
just
got
to
get
out
of
this
country
.
"
She
didn
’
t
answer
;
more
silence
,
and
then
she
spoke
.
"
Pete
’
s
coming
back
to
London
next
week
.
"
"
What
will
he
do
?
"
