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The
sensation
of
her
warm
body
in
his
embrace
,
the
feeling
of
her
smooth
,
round
arm
,
through
the
thinness
of
her
sleeve
,
pressing
against
his
cheek
,
thrilled
Annixter
with
a
delight
such
as
he
had
never
known
.
He
bent
his
head
and
kissed
her
upon
the
nape
of
her
neck
,
where
the
delicate
amber
tint
melted
into
the
thick
,
sweet
smelling
mass
of
her
dark
brown
hair
.
She
shivered
a
little
,
holding
him
closer
,
ashamed
as
yet
to
look
up
.
Without
speech
,
they
stood
there
for
a
long
minute
,
holding
each
other
close
.
Then
Hilma
pulled
away
from
him
,
mopping
her
tear
-
stained
cheeks
with
the
little
moist
ball
of
her
handkerchief
.
“
What
do
you
say
?
Is
it
a
go
?
”
demanded
Annixter
jovially
.
“
I
thought
I
hated
you
all
the
time
,
”
she
said
,
and
the
velvety
huskiness
of
her
voice
never
sounded
so
sweet
to
him
.
“
And
I
thought
it
was
that
crockery
smashing
goat
of
a
lout
of
a
cow
-
puncher
.
”
“
Delaney
?
The
idea
!
Oh
,
dear
!
I
think
it
must
always
have
been
you
.
”
“
Since
when
,
Hilma
?
”
he
asked
,
putting
his
arm
around
her
.
“
Ah
,
but
it
is
good
to
have
you
,
my
girl
,
”
he
exclaimed
,
delighted
beyond
words
that
she
permitted
this
freedom
.
“
Since
when
?
Tell
us
all
about
it
.
”
“
Oh
,
since
always
.
It
was
ever
so
long
before
I
came
to
think
of
you
—
to
,
well
,
to
think
about
—
I
mean
to
remember
—
oh
,
you
know
what
I
mean
.
But
when
I
did
,
oh
,
THEN
!
”
“
Then
what
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
—
I
haven
’
t
thought
—
that
way
long
enough
to
know
.
”
“
But
you
said
you
thought
it
must
have
been
me
always
.
”
