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"
Why
not
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
Please
.
"
I
leaned
forward
in
the
dark
to
kiss
her
and
there
was
a
sharp
stinging
flash
.
She
had
slapped
my
face
hard
.
Her
hand
had
hit
my
nose
and
eyes
,
and
tears
came
in
my
eyes
from
the
reflex
.
"
I
’
m
so
sorry
,
"
she
said
.
I
felt
I
had
a
certain
advantage
.
"
You
were
quite
right
.
"
"
I
’
m
dreadfully
sorry
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
just
couldn
’
t
stand
the
nurse
’
s
-
evening
-
off
aspect
of
it
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
hurt
you
.
I
did
hurt
you
,
didn
’
t
I
?
"
She
was
looking
at
me
in
the
dark
.
I
was
angry
and
yet
certain
,
seeing
it
all
ahead
like
the
moves
in
a
chess
game
.
"
You
did
exactly
right
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
mind
at
all
.
"
"
Poor
man
.
"
"
You
see
I
’
ve
been
leading
a
sort
of
a
funny
life
.
And
I
never
even
talk
English
.
And
then
you
are
so
very
beautiful
.
"
I
looked
at
her
.
