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"
If
you
really
think
that
’
s
cynical
,
you
must
be
a
very
sentimental
character
.
I
’
m
talking
about
real
women
,
not
those
in
the
world
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
I
said
.
She
sat
pensively
awhile
,
and
gradually
acquired
a
frown
.
At
last
she
said
;
"
The
thing
that
worries
me
is
how
many
will
they
expect
?
I
like
babies
,
all
right
,
but
there
are
limits
.
"
After
the
debate
had
gone
on
raggedly
for
an
hour
or
so
it
was
wound
up
.
Michael
asked
that
the
names
of
all
those
willing
to
join
in
his
plan
should
be
left
in
his
office
by
ten
o
’
clock
the
next
morning
.
The
Colonel
requested
all
who
could
drive
a
truck
to
report
to
him
by
700
hours
,
and
the
meeting
broke
up
.
Josella
and
I
wandered
out
of
doors
.
The
evening
was
mild
.
The
light
on
the
tower
was
again
stabbing
hopefully
into
the
sky
.
The
moon
had
just
risen
clear
of
the
museum
roof
.
We
found
a
low
wall
and
sat
on
it
,
looking
into
the
shadows
of
the
Square
garden
and
listening
to
the
faint
sound
of
the
wind
in
the
branches
of
the
trees
there
.
We
smoked
a
cigarette
each
almost
in
silence
.
When
I
reached
the
end
of
mine
I
threw
it
away
and
drew
a
breath
.
"
Josella
,
"
I
said
.
"
M
’
m
?
"
she
replied
,
scarcely
emerging
from
her
thoughts
.
Josella
,
"
I
said
again
.
"
Er
—
those
babies
.
I
’
d
—
er
—
I
’
d
be
sort
of
terribly
proud
and
happy
if
they
could
be
mine
as
well
as
yours
.
"
She
sat
quite
still
for
a
moment
,
saying
nothing
.
Then
she
turned
her
head
.
The
moonlight
was
glinting
on
her
fair
hair
,
but
her
face
and
eyes
were
in
shadow
.
I
waited
,
with
a
hammered
and
slightly
sick
feeling
inside
me
.
She
said
,
with
surprising
calm
:
