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"
I
could
try
.
"
"
It
would
take
love
or
hatred
to
arouse
you
,
and
either
one
would
require
a
slow
and
stately
procedure
.
"
"
Maybe
you
’
re
right
.
How
did
you
know
?
"
"
I
never
know
how
I
know
.
"
He
slid
the
door
of
the
cold
cabinet
open
,
took
out
a
Coke
,
which
instantly
grew
a
jacket
of
frost
,
opened
it
,
and
handed
the
bottle
to
her
while
he
opened
a
second
.
"
What
is
it
you
want
of
me
?
"
"
I
’
ve
never
known
a
man
like
that
.
Perhaps
I
want
to
see
what
it
’
s
like
to
be
loved
or
hated
that
much
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
witch
!
Why
don
’
t
you
whistle
up
a
wind
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
whistle
.
I
can
raise
a
puny
little
storm
in
most
men
with
my
eyebrows
.
How
do
I
go
about
lighting
your
fire
?
"
"
Maybe
you
have
.
"
