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"
I
've
fallen
for
a
lot
of
people
--
girls
--
and
I
guess
you
have
,
too
--
boys
,
I
mean
,
but
,
honestly
,
you
--
"
he
broke
off
suddenly
and
leaned
forward
,
chin
on
his
hands
:
"
Oh
,
what
's
the
use
--
you
'll
go
your
way
and
I
suppose
I
'll
go
mine
.
"
Silence
for
a
moment
.
Isabelle
was
quite
stirred
;
she
wound
her
handkerchief
into
a
tight
ball
,
and
by
the
faint
light
that
streamed
over
her
,
dropped
it
deliberately
on
the
floor
.
Their
hands
touched
for
an
instant
,
but
neither
spoke
.
Silences
were
becoming
more
frequent
and
more
delicious
.
Outside
another
stray
couple
had
come
up
and
were
experimenting
on
the
piano
in
the
next
room
.
After
the
usual
preliminary
of
"
chopsticks
,
"
one
of
them
started
"
Babes
in
the
Woods
"
and
a
light
tenor
carried
the
words
into
the
den
:
"
Give
me
your
hand
I
'll
understand
We
're
off
to
slumberland
.
"
Isabelle
hummed
it
softly
and
trembled
as
she
felt
Amory
's
hand
close
over
hers
.
"
Isabelle
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
You
know
I
'm
mad
about
you
.
You
do
give
a
darn
about
me
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
How
much
do
you
care
--
do
you
like
any
one
better
?
"
"
No
.
"
He
could
scarcely
hear
her
,
although
he
bent
so
near
that
he
felt
her
breath
against
his
cheek
.
