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I
did
not
say
anything
.
"
You
won
’
t
say
I
can
’
t
,
will
you
?
"
"
No
.
I
think
it
would
be
exciting
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
’
re
so
sweet
.
And
maybe
I
’
d
look
lovely
,
darling
,
and
be
so
thin
and
exciting
to
you
and
you
’
ll
fall
in
love
with
me
all
over
again
.
"
"
Hell
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
love
you
enough
now
.
What
do
you
want
to
do
?
Ruin
me
?
"
"
Yes
.
I
want
to
ruin
you
.
"
"
Good
,
"
I
said
,
"
that
’
s
what
I
want
too
.
"
We
had
a
fine
life
.
We
lived
through
the
months
of
January
and
February
and
the
winter
was
very
fine
and
we
were
very
happy
.
There
had
been
short
thaws
when
the
wind
blew
warm
and
the
snow
softened
and
the
air
felt
like
spring
,
but
always
the
clear
hard
cold
had
come
again
and
the
winter
had
returned
.
In
March
came
the
first
break
in
the
winter
.
In
the
night
it
started
raining
.
It
rained
on
all
morning
and
turned
the
snow
to
slush
and
made
the
mountain
-
side
dismal
.
There
were
clouds
over
the
lake
and
over
the
valley
.
It
was
raining
high
up
the
mountain
.
Catherine
wore
heavy
overshoes
and
I
wore
Mr
.
Guttingen
’
s
rubber
-
boots
and
we
walked
to
the
station
under
an
umbrella
,
through
the
slush
and
the
running
water
that
was
washing
the
ice
of
the
roads
bare
,
to
stop
at
the
pub
before
lunch
for
a
vermouth
.
Outside
we
could
hear
the
rain
.
"
Do
you
think
we
ought
to
move
into
town
?
"
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
Catherine
asked
.
