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"
Do
n't
!
"
he
said
.
"
Do
n't
!
If
you
do
,
I
shall
take
you
now
,
here
.
"
She
smiled
a
bright
hot
smile
which
was
forgetful
of
time
or
place
or
anything
but
the
memory
of
his
mouth
on
hers
.
Suddenly
he
shook
her
,
shook
her
until
her
black
hair
tumbled
down
about
her
shoulders
,
shook
her
as
if
in
a
mad
rage
at
her
--
and
at
himself
.
"
We
wo
n't
do
this
!
"
he
said
.
"
I
tell
you
we
wo
n't
do
it
!
"
It
seemed
as
if
her
neck
would
snap
if
he
shook
her
again
.
She
was
blinded
by
her
hair
and
stunned
by
his
action
.
She
wrenched
herself
away
and
stared
at
him
.
There
were
small
beads
of
moisture
on
his
forehead
and
his
fists
were
curled
into
claws
as
if
in
pain
.
He
looked
at
her
directly
,
his
gray
eyes
piercing
.
"
It
's
all
my
fault
--
none
of
yours
and
it
will
never
happen
again
,
because
I
am
going
to
take
Melanie
and
the
baby
and
go
.
"
"
Go
?
"
she
cried
in
anguish
.
"
Oh
,
no
!
"
"
Yes
,
by
God
!
Do
you
think
I
'll
stay
here
after
this
?
When
this
might
happen
again
--
"
"
But
,
Ashley
,
you
ca
n't
go
.
Why
should
you
go
?
You
love
me
--
"
"
You
want
me
to
say
it
?
All
right
,
I
'll
say
it
.
I
love
you
.
"
