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Hilma
was
silent
.
Annixter
saw
the
tears
in
her
eyes
.
“
How
about
that
?
Will
you
forget
it
?
Will
you
—
will
—
will
you
LIKE
me
?
”
She
shook
her
head
.
“
No
,
”
she
said
.
“
No
what
?
You
won
’
t
like
me
?
Is
that
it
?
”
Hilma
,
blinking
at
the
napkin
through
her
tears
,
nodded
to
say
,
Yes
,
that
was
it
.
Annixter
hesitated
a
moment
,
frowning
,
harassed
and
perplexed
.
“
You
don
’
t
like
me
at
all
,
hey
?
”
At
length
Hilma
found
her
speech
.
In
her
low
voice
,
lower
and
more
velvety
than
ever
,
she
said
:
“
No
—
I
don
’
t
like
you
at
all
.
”
Then
,
as
the
tears
suddenly
overpowered
her
,
she
dashed
a
hand
across
her
eyes
,
and
ran
from
the
room
and
out
of
doors
.
