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A
coal
fire
simmered
unshielded
in
the
small
Victorian
grate
,
but
Justine
did
n't
seem
to
mind
the
heat
,
huddled
close
to
it
with
her
eyes
fixed
on
him
.
Then
she
put
her
glass
on
the
hearth
with
a
ringing
snap
and
sat
forward
,
her
arms
linked
about
her
knees
,
bare
feet
hidden
by
folds
of
densely
black
gown
.
"
I
ca
n't
stand
beating
around
the
bush
,
"
she
said
.
"
Did
you
mean
it
,
Rain
?
"
Suddenly
relaxing
deeply
,
he
lay
back
in
his
chair
.
"
Mean
what
?
"
"
What
you
said
in
Rome
...
That
you
loved
me
.
"
"
Is
that
what
this
is
all
about
,
Herzchen
?
"
She
looked
away
,
shrugged
,
looked
back
at
him
and
nodded
.
"
Well
,
of
course
.
"
"
But
why
bring
it
up
again
?
You
told
me
what
you
thought
,
and
I
had
gathered
tonight
's
invitation
was
n't
extended
to
bring
up
the
past
,
only
plan
a
future
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rain
!
You
're
acting
as
if
I
'm
making
a
fuss
!
Even
if
I
was
,
surely
you
can
see
why
.
"
