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"
I
do
n't
care
,
"
he
persisted
gloomily
.
"
I
got
ta
.
I
got
the
habit
.
I
've
done
a
lot
of
things
that
if
my
fambly
knew
"
--
he
hesitated
,
giving
her
imagination
time
to
picture
dark
horrors
--
"
I
went
to
the
burlesque
show
last
week
.
"
Myra
was
quite
overcome
.
He
turned
the
green
eyes
on
her
again
.
"
You
're
the
only
girl
in
town
I
like
much
,
"
he
exclaimed
in
a
rush
of
sentiment
.
"
You
're
simpatico
.
"
Myra
was
not
sure
that
she
was
,
but
it
sounded
stylish
though
vaguely
improper
.
Thick
dusk
had
descended
outside
,
and
as
the
limousine
made
a
sudden
turn
she
was
jolted
against
him
;
their
hands
touched
.
"
You
should
n't
smoke
,
Amory
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Do
n't
you
know
that
?
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
Nobody
cares
.
"
Myra
hesitated
.
"
I
care
.
"
Something
stirred
within
Amory
.
