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"
Do
you
think
I
am
?
"
"
No
!
You
're
not
conceited
,
but
you
do
know
how
very
attractive
you
are
.
"
"
Whether
I
do
or
not
is
n't
important
.
The
important
thing
is
that
you
think
I
'm
attractive
.
"
She
was
going
to
say
:
Of
course
I
do
;
I
was
mentally
trying
you
on
as
a
lover
not
long
ago
,
but
then
I
decided
it
would
n't
work
,
I
'd
rather
keep
on
having
you
for
my
friend
.
Had
he
let
her
say
it
,
he
might
have
concluded
his
time
had
n't
come
,
and
acted
differently
.
As
it
was
,
before
she
could
shape
the
words
he
had
her
in
his
arms
,
and
was
kissing
her
.
For
at
least
sixty
seconds
she
stood
,
dying
,
split
open
,
smashed
,
the
power
in
her
screaming
in
wild
elation
to
find
a
matching
power
.
His
mouth
--
it
was
beautiful
!
And
his
hair
,
incredibly
thick
,
vital
,
something
to
seize
in
her
fingers
fiercely
.
Then
he
took
her
face
between
his
hands
and
looked
at
her
,
smiling
.
"
I
love
you
,
"
he
said
.
Her
hands
had
gone
up
to
his
wrists
,
but
not
to
enclose
them
gently
,
as
with
Dane
;
the
nails
bit
in
,
scored
down
to
meat
savagely
.
She
stepped
back
two
paces
and
stood
rubbing
her
arm
across
her
mouth
,
eyes
huge
with
fright
,
breasts
heaving
.
"
It
could
n't
work
,
"
she
panted
.
"
It
could
never
work
,
Rain
!
"
Off
came
the
shoes
;
she
bent
to
pick
them
up
,
then
turned
and
ran
,
and
within
three
seconds
the
soft
quick
pad
of
her
feet
had
vanished
.
Not
that
he
had
any
intention
of
following
her
,
though
apparently
she
had
thought
he
might
.
Both
his
wrists
were
bleeding
,
and
they
hurt
.
He
pressed
his
handkerchief
first
to
one
and
then
to
the
other
,
shrugged
,
put
the
stained
cloth
away
,
and
stood
concentrating
on
the
pain
.
After
a
while
he
unearthed
his
cigarette
case
,
took
out
a
cigarette
,
lit
it
,
and
began
to
walk
slowly
.
No
one
passing
by
could
have
told
from
his
face
what
he
felt
.
Everything
he
wanted
within
his
grasp
,
reached
for
,
lost
.
Idiot
girl
.
When
would
she
grow
up
?
To
feel
it
,
respond
to
it
,
and
deny
it
.
But
he
was
a
gambler
,
of
the
win-a-few
,
lose-a-few
kind
.
He
had
waited
seven
long
years
before
trying
his
luck
,
feeling
the
change
in
her
at
this
ordination
time
.
Yet
apparently
he
had
moved
too
soon
.
Ah
,
well
.
There
was
always
tomorrow
--
or
knowing
Justine
,
next
year
,
the
year
after
that
.
Certainly
he
was
n't
about
to
give
up
.
