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Before
I
could
answer
her
eyes
fastened
with
an
awed
expression
on
her
little
finger
.
"
Look
!
"
she
complained
;
"
I
hurt
it
.
"
We
all
looked
--
the
knuckle
was
black
and
blue
.
"
You
did
it
,
Tom
,
"
she
said
accusingly
.
"
I
know
you
did
n't
mean
to
,
but
you
did
do
it
.
That
's
what
I
get
for
marrying
a
brute
of
a
man
,
a
great
,
big
,
hulking
physical
specimen
of
a
--
--
"
"
I
hate
that
word
hulking
,
"
objected
Tom
crossly
,
"
even
in
kidding
.
"
"
Hulking
,
"
insisted
Daisy
.
Sometimes
she
and
Miss
Baker
talked
at
once
,
unobtrusively
and
with
a
bantering
inconsequence
that
was
never
quite
chatter
,
that
was
as
cool
as
their
white
dresses
and
their
impersonal
eyes
in
the
absence
of
all
desire
.
They
were
here
,
and
they
accepted
Tom
and
me
,
making
only
a
polite
pleasant
effort
to
entertain
or
to
be
entertained
.
They
knew
that
presently
dinner
would
be
over
and
a
little
later
the
evening
too
would
be
over
and
casually
put
away
.
It
was
sharply
different
from
the
West
,
where
an
evening
was
hurried
from
phase
to
phase
toward
its
close
,
in
a
continually
disappointed
anticipation
or
else
in
sheer
nervous
dread
of
the
moment
itself
.
"
You
make
me
feel
uncivilized
,
Daisy
,
"
I
confessed
on
my
second
glass
of
corky
but
rather
impressive
claret
.
"
Ca
n't
you
talk
about
crops
or
something
?
"
I
meant
nothing
in
particular
by
this
remark
,
but
it
was
taken
up
in
an
unexpected
way
.
