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"
D
’
you
know
what
I
should
have
said
?
I
should
have
said
you
were
madly
in
love
with
her
.
"
He
still
avoided
her
eyes
.
"
Are
you
engaged
to
her
by
any
chance
?
"
"
No
.
"
He
looked
at
her
now
,
but
the
eyes
that
met
Julia
’
s
were
hostile
.
"
Have
you
asked
her
to
marry
you
?
"
"
How
could
I
?
A
damned
rotter
like
me
.
"
He
spoke
so
passionately
that
Julia
was
astonished
.
"
What
are
you
talking
about
?
"
"
Oh
what
’
s
the
good
of
beating
about
the
bush
?
How
could
I
ask
a
decent
girl
to
marry
me
?
I
’
m
nothing
but
a
kept
boy
and
,
God
knows
,
you
have
good
reason
to
know
it
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
so
silly
.
What
a
fuss
to
make
over
a
few
little
presents
I
’
ve
given
you
.
"
"
I
oughtn
’
t
to
have
taken
them
.
I
knew
all
the
time
it
was
wrong
.
It
all
came
so
gradually
that
I
didn
’
t
realize
what
was
happening
till
I
was
in
it
up
to
my
neck
.
I
couldn
’
t
afford
to
lead
the
life
you
made
me
lead
;
I
was
absolutely
up
against
it
.
I
had
to
take
money
from
you
.
"
