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“
Well
,
well
,
—
I
don
’
t
—
I
don
’
t
DISlike
anybody
,
”
admitted
Hilma
.
“
Then
I
can
take
it
that
you
don
’
t
dislike
ME
?
Is
that
it
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
dislike
anybody
,
”
persisted
Hilma
.
“
Well
,
I
asked
you
more
than
that
,
didn
’
t
I
?
”
queried
Annixter
uneasily
.
“
I
asked
you
to
like
me
,
remember
,
the
other
day
.
I
’
m
asking
you
that
again
,
now
.
I
want
you
to
like
me
.
”
Hilma
lifted
her
eyes
inquiringly
to
his
.
In
her
words
was
an
unmistakable
ring
of
absolute
sincerity
.
Innocently
she
inquired
:
“
Why
?
”
Annixter
was
struck
speechless
.
In
the
face
of
such
candour
,
such
perfect
ingenuousness
,
he
was
at
a
loss
for
any
words
.
“
Well
—
well
,
”
he
stammered
,
“
well
—
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
he
suddenly
burst
out
.
“
That
is
,
”
he
went
on
,
groping
for
his
wits
,
“
I
can
’
t
quite
say
why
.
”
The
idea
of
a
colossal
lie
occurred
to
him
,
a
thing
actually
royal
.
“
I
like
to
have
the
people
who
are
around
me
like
me
,
”
he
declared
.
“
I
—
I
like
to
be
popular
,
understand
?
Yes
,
that
’
s
it
,
”
he
continued
,
more
reassured
.
“
I
don
’
t
like
the
idea
of
any
one
disliking
me
.
That
’
s
the
way
I
am
.
It
’
s
my
nature
.
”
“
Oh
,
then
,
”
returned
Hilma
,
“
you
needn
’
t
bother
.
No
,
I
don
’
t
dislike
you
.
”
