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"
No
,
I
ca
n't
.
"
He
put
his
glass
down
and
bent
forward
to
watch
her
more
closely
.
"
You
gave
me
to
understand
most
emphatically
that
you
wanted
no
part
of
my
love
,
and
I
had
hoped
you
'd
at
least
have
the
decency
to
refrain
from
discussing
it
.
"
It
had
not
occurred
to
her
that
this
meeting
,
no
matter
what
its
outcome
,
would
be
so
uncomfortable
;
after
all
,
he
had
put
himself
in
the
position
of
a
suppliant
,
and
ought
to
be
waiting
humbly
for
her
to
reverse
her
decision
.
Instead
he
seemed
to
have
turned
the
tables
neatly
.
Here
she
was
feeling
like
a
naughty
schoolgirl
called
upon
to
answer
for
some
idiotic
prank
.
"
Look
,
sport
,
you
're
the
one
who
changed
the
status
quo
,
not
me
!
I
did
n't
ask
you
to
come
tonight
so
I
could
beg
forgiveness
for
having
wounded
the
great
Hartheim
ego
!
"
"
On
the
defensive
,
Justine
?
"
She
wriggled
impatiently
.
"
Yes
,
dammit
!
How
do
you
manage
to
do
that
to
me
,
Rain
?
Oh
,
I
wish
just
once
you
'd
let
me
enjoy
having
the
upper
hand
!
"
"
If
I
did
,
you
'd
throw
me
out
like
a
smelly
old
rag
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
.
"
I
can
do
that
yet
,
mate
!
"
"
Nonsense
!
If
you
have
n't
done
it
by
now
you
never
will
.
You
'll
go
on
seeing
me
because
I
keep
you
on
the
hop
--
you
never
know
what
to
expect
from
me
.
"
"
Is
that
why
you
said
you
loved
me
?
"
she
asked
painfully
.
"
Was
it
only
a
ploy
to
keep
me
on
the
hop
?
"
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
