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"
You
’
d
be
kind
to
me
,
wouldn
’
t
you
?
"
she
said
.
"
You
see
,
I
haven
’
t
"
Stop
it
!
Stop
it
!
"
I
told
her
.
‘
You
mustn
’
t
say
these
things
to
me
.
Please
go
away
now
.
"
But
she
did
not
go
.
She
stood
staring
at
me
from
eyes
that
could
not
see
me
.
"
Go
away
!
"
I
repeated
.
I
could
not
stand
the
reproach
of
her
.
She
was
not
simply
herself
—
she
was
thousands
upon
thousands
of
young
lives
destroyed
.
.
.
She
came
closer
.
"
Why
,
I
believe
you
’
re
crying
!
"
she
said
.
"
Go
away
.
For
God
’
s
sake
,
go
away
!
"
I
told
her
.
She
hesitated
,
then
she
turned
and
felt
her
way
back
to
the
door
.
As
she
went
out
:
