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"
What
is
it
?
"
Her
eyes
were
level
and
kind
and
not
slanted
into
him
with
hard
curiosity
.
"
Can
I
help
you
?
"
"
Nobody
can
help
me
.
I
knew
it
.
I
have
only
myself
to
blame
.
It
’
s
always
the
same
.
"
"
What
is
it
—
do
you
want
to
tell
me
?
"
He
looked
at
her
to
see
.
"
No
,
"
he
decided
.
"
When
you
’
re
older
you
’
ll
know
what
people
who
love
suffer
.
The
agony
.
It
’
s
better
to
be
cold
and
young
than
to
love
.
It
’
s
happened
to
me
before
but
never
like
this
—
so
accidental
—
just
when
everything
was
going
well
.
"
His
face
was
repulsive
in
the
quickening
light
.
Not
by
a
flicker
of
her
personality
,
a
movement
of
the
smallest
muscle
,
did
she
betray
her
sudden
disgust
with
whatever
it
was
.
But
Campion
’
s
sensitivity
realized
it
and
he
changed
the
subject
rather
suddenly
.
"
Abe
North
is
around
here
somewhere
.
"
"
Why
,
he
’
s
staying
at
the
Divers
’
!
"
"
Yes
,
but
he
’
s
up
—
don
’
t
you
know
what
happened
?
"
