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"
I
’
m
not
crying
,
"
Ferguson
sobbed
.
"
I
’
m
not
crying
.
Except
for
the
awful
thing
you
’
ve
gotten
into
.
"
She
looked
at
me
.
"
I
hate
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
She
can
’
t
make
me
not
hate
you
.
You
dirty
sneaking
American
Italian
.
"
Her
eyes
and
nose
were
red
with
crying
.
Catherine
smiled
at
me
.
"
Don
’
t
you
smile
at
him
with
your
arm
around
me
.
"
"
You
’
re
unreasonable
,
Fergy
.
"
"
I
know
it
,
"
Ferguson
sobbed
.
"
You
mustn
’
t
mind
me
,
either
of
you
.
I
’
m
so
upset
.
I
’
m
not
reasonable
.
I
know
it
.
I
want
you
both
to
be
happy
.
"
"
We
’
re
happy
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
You
’
re
a
sweet
Fergy
.
"
Ferguson
cried
again
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
you
happy
the
way
you
are
.
Why
don
’
t
you
get
married
?
You
haven
’
t
got
another
wife
have
you
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
.
Catherine
laughed
.
"
It
’
s
nothing
to
laugh
about
,
"
Ferguson
said
.
"
Plenty
of
them
have
other
wives
.
"
