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"
He
’
s
a
spic
!
"
he
said
.
He
was
frantic
with
jealousy
,
he
didn
’
t
want
to
be
hurt
again
.
"
He
’
s
only
a
baby
,
"
she
said
,
sniffling
.
"
You
know
I
’
m
yours
first
.
"
In
reaction
he
put
his
arms
about
her
but
she
relaxed
wearily
backward
;
he
held
her
like
that
for
a
moment
as
in
the
end
of
an
adagio
,
her
eyes
closed
,
her
hair
falling
straight
back
like
that
of
a
girl
drowned
.
"
Dick
,
let
me
go
.
I
never
felt
so
mixed
up
in
my
life
.
"
He
was
a
gruff
red
bird
and
instinctively
she
drew
away
from
him
as
his
unjustified
jealousy
began
to
snow
over
the
qualities
of
consideration
and
understanding
with
which
she
felt
at
home
.
"
I
want
to
know
the
truth
,
"
he
said
.
"
Yes
,
then
.
We
’
re
a
lot
together
,
he
wants
to
marry
me
,
but
I
don
’
t
want
to
.
What
of
it
?
What
do
you
expect
me
to
do
?
You
never
asked
me
to
marry
you
.
Do
you
want
me
to
play
around
forever
with
half
-
wits
like
Collis
Clay
?
"
"
You
were
with
Nicotera
last
night
?
"
"
That
’
s
none
of
your
business
,
"
she
sobbed
.
"
Excuse
me
,
Dick
,
it
is
your
business
.
You
and
Mother
are
the
only
two
people
in
the
world
I
care
about
.
"
