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"
Go
on
,
you
enjoyed
every
moment
of
it
.
"
"
Indeed
I
did
.
"
He
sighed
,
stretched
,
yawned
.
"
I
wonder
if
you
have
any
idea
how
happy
I
am
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
think
so
,
"
she
said
quietly
.
He
raised
himself
on
one
elbow
to
look
at
her
.
"
Tell
me
,
was
Desdemona
the
only
reason
you
came
back
to
London
?
"
Grabbing
his
ear
,
she
tweaked
it
painfully
.
"
Now
it
's
my
turn
to
pay
you
back
for
all
those
headmasterish
questions
!
What
do
you
think
?
"
He
prized
her
fingers
away
easily
,
grinning
.
"
If
you
do
n't
answer
me
,
Herzchen
,
I
'll
strangle
you
far
more
permanently
than
Marc
does
.
"
"
I
came
back
to
London
to
do
Desdemona
,
but
because
of
you
.
I
have
n't
been
able
to
call
my
life
my
own
since
you
kissed
me
in
Rome
,
and
well
you
know
it
.
You
're
a
very
intelligent
man
,
Rainer
Moerling
Hartheim
.
"
"
Intelligent
enough
to
have
known
I
wanted
you
for
my
wife
almost
the
first
moment
I
saw
you
,
"
he
said
.
She
sat
up
quickly
.
"
Wife
?
"
