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"
Oh
,
did
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
was
a
little
keyed
up
because
of
her
--
slightly
cloudy
in
his
thoughts
--
because
she
was
generating
a
problem
in
his
life
,
or
would
if
he
let
her
,
and
so
his
talk
was
a
little
tame
.
He
was
thinking
of
something
to
say
--
some
words
which
would
bring
them
a
little
nearer
together
.
But
for
the
moment
he
could
not
.
Truth
to
tell
,
he
wanted
to
say
a
great
deal
.
"
Well
,
that
was
nice
of
you
,
"
he
added
,
after
a
moment
.
"
What
made
you
do
it
?
"
He
turned
with
a
mock
air
of
inquiry
.
The
music
was
beginning
again
.
The
dancers
were
rising
.
He
arose
.
He
had
not
intended
to
give
this
particular
remark
a
serious
turn
;
but
,
now
that
she
was
so
near
him
,
he
looked
into
her
eyes
steadily
but
with
a
soft
appeal
and
said
,
"
Yes
,
why
?
"
They
had
come
out
from
behind
the
palms
.
He
had
put
his
hand
to
her
waist
.
His
right
arm
held
her
left
extended
arm
to
arm
,
palm
to
palm
.
Her
right
hand
was
on
his
shoulder
,
and
she
was
close
to
him
,
looking
into
his
eyes
.
As
they
began
the
gay
undulations
of
the
waltz
she
looked
away
and
then
down
without
answering
.
Her
movements
were
as
light
and
airy
as
those
of
a
butterfly
.
He
felt
a
sudden
lightness
himself
,
communicated
as
by
an
invisible
current
.
He
wanted
to
match
the
suppleness
of
her
body
with
his
own
,
and
did
.
Her
arms
,
the
flash
and
glint
of
the
crimson
sequins
against
the
smooth
,
black
silk
of
her
closely
fitting
dress
,
her
neck
,
her
glowing
,
radiant
hair
,
all
combined
to
provoke
a
slight
intellectual
intoxication
.
She
was
so
vigorously
young
,
so
,
to
him
,
truly
beautiful
.
"
But
you
did
n't
answer
,
"
he
continued
.
"
Is
n't
this
lovely
music
?
"
He
pressed
her
fingers
.
