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“
I
hope
you
know
now
,
”
murmured
Hilma
ruefully
.
“
I
’
ve
paid
enough
to
have
you
find
out
.
I
cried
—
you
don
’
t
know
.
Why
,
it
hurt
me
worse
than
anything
I
can
remember
.
I
hope
you
know
now
.
”
“
Well
,
I
do
know
now
,
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
It
wasn
’
t
so
much
that
you
tried
to
do
—
what
you
did
,
”
answered
Hilma
,
the
single
deep
swell
from
her
waist
to
her
throat
rising
and
falling
in
her
emotion
.
“
It
was
that
you
thought
that
you
could
—
that
anybody
could
that
wanted
to
—
that
I
held
myself
so
cheap
.
Oh
!
”
she
cried
,
with
a
sudden
sobbing
catch
in
her
throat
,
“
I
never
can
forget
it
,
and
you
don
’
t
know
what
it
means
to
a
girl
.
”
“
Well
,
that
’
s
just
what
I
do
want
,
”
he
repeated
.
“
I
want
you
to
forget
it
and
have
us
be
good
friends
.
”
In
his
embarrassment
,
Annixter
could
think
of
no
other
words
.
He
kept
reiterating
again
and
again
during
the
pauses
of
the
conversation
:
“
I
want
you
to
forget
it
.
Will
you
?
Will
you
forget
it
—
that
—
this
morning
,
and
have
us
be
good
friends
?
”
He
could
see
that
her
trouble
was
keen
.
He
was
astonished
that
the
matter
should
be
so
grave
in
her
estimation
.
After
all
,
what
was
it
that
a
girl
should
be
kissed
?
But
he
wanted
to
regain
his
lost
ground
.
“
Will
you
forget
it
,
Miss
Hilma
?
I
want
you
to
like
me
.
”
She
took
a
clean
napkin
from
the
sideboard
drawer
and
laid
it
down
by
the
plate
.
“
I
—
I
do
want
you
to
like
me
,
”
persisted
Annixter
.
“
I
want
you
to
forget
all
about
this
business
and
like
me
.
”
