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"
Do
I
?
"
"
Yes
,
you
do
.
"
"
Well
,
maybe
I
better
go
off
and
not
bother
you
any
more
at
all
then
,
"
he
returned
,
a
trace
of
his
mother
's
courage
welling
up
in
him
.
"
Well
,
maybe
you
had
,
if
that
's
the
way
you
're
going
to
feel
about
me
all
the
time
,
"
she
answered
,
and
kicked
viciously
with
her
toes
at
the
ice
.
But
Clyde
was
beginning
to
feel
that
he
could
not
possibly
go
through
with
this
--
that
after
all
he
was
too
eager
about
her
--
too
much
at
her
feet
.
He
began
to
weaken
and
gaze
nervously
at
her
.
And
she
,
thinking
of
her
coat
again
,
decided
to
be
civil
.
"
You
did
n't
look
in
his
eyes
,
did
you
?
"
he
asked
weakly
,
his
thoughts
going
back
to
her
dancing
with
Sparser
.
"
When
?
"
"
When
you
were
dancing
with
him
?
"
"
No
,
I
did
n't
,
not
that
I
know
of
,
anyhow
.
But
supposing
I
did
.
What
of
it
?
I
did
n't
mean
anything
by
it
.
Gee
,
criminy
,
ca
n't
a
person
look
in
anybody
's
eyes
if
they
want
to
?
"
"
In
the
way
you
looked
in
his
?
Not
if
you
claim
to
like
anybody
else
,
I
say
.
"
And
the
skin
of
Clyde
's
forehead
lifted
and
sank
,
and
his
eyelids
narrowed
.
Hortense
merely
clicked
impatiently
and
indignantly
with
her
tongue
.
