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He
shrugged
.
"
Soap
.
Shampoo
sample
.
I
forget
,
exactly
.
"
She
opened
it
on
the
stairs
,
saw
the
Tiffany
box
,
and
squealed
.
She
pulled
out
the
cotton
batting
and
then
just
stood
there
,
her
mouth
slightly
agape
.
"
Well
?
"
he
asked
anxiously
.
He
had
never
bought
her
a
real
piece
of
jewelry
before
,
and
he
was
nervous
.
"
Do
you
like
it
?
"
She
took
it
out
,
draped
the
fine
gold
chain
over
her
tented
fingers
,
and
held
the
tiny
sapphire
to
the
hall
light
.
It
twirled
lazily
,
seeming
to
shoot
off
cool
blue
rays
.
"
Oh
Louis
,
it
's
so
damn
beautiful
--
"
He
saw
she
was
crying
a
little
and
felt
both
touched
and
alarmed
.
"
Hey
,
babe
,
do
n't
do
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
Put
it
on
.
"
"
Louis
,
we
ca
n't
afford
--
you
ca
n't
afford
--
"
"
Shhh
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
socked
some
money
away
off
and
on
since
last
Christmas
...
and
it
was
n't
as
much
as
you
might
think
.
"
"
How
much
was
it
?
"
"
I
'll
never
tell
you
that
,
Rachel
,
"
he
said
solemnly
.
"
An
army
of
Chinese
torturers
could
n't
get
it
out
of
me
.
Two
thousand
dollars
.
"
