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"
No
,
let
me
go
alone
.
I
want
to
stamp
this
hour
on
my
heart
.
Kiss
me
before
I
go
.
"
She
held
up
her
lips
to
him
.
He
kissed
them
.
But
she
broke
away
from
him
,
with
a
stifled
sob
,
and
tearing
open
the
door
ran
to
the
waiting
car
.
When
she
got
home
and
stood
in
her
own
bedroom
she
gave
a
great
whoof
of
relief
.
"
The
bloody
fool
.
Fancy
me
being
taken
in
like
that
.
Thank
God
,
I
got
out
of
it
all
right
.
He
’
s
such
an
ass
,
I
don
’
t
suppose
he
began
to
see
what
I
was
getting
at
.
"
But
that
frozen
smile
disconcerted
her
.
"
He
may
have
suspected
,
he
couldn
’
t
have
been
certain
,
and
afterwards
he
must
have
been
pretty
sure
he
’
d
made
a
mistake
.
My
God
,
the
rot
I
talked
.
It
seemed
to
go
down
all
right
,
I
must
say
.
Lucky
I
caught
on
when
I
did
.
In
another
minute
I
’
d
have
had
me
dress
off
.
That
wouldn
’
t
have
been
so
damned
easy
to
laugh
away
.
"
Julia
began
to
titter
.
The
situation
was
mortifying
of
course
,
he
had
made
a
damned
fool
of
her
,
but
if
you
had
any
sense
of
humour
you
could
hardly
help
seeing
that
there
was
a
funny
side
to
it
.
She
was
sorry
that
there
was
nobody
to
whom
she
could
tell
it
;
even
if
it
was
against
herself
it
would
make
a
good
story
What
she
couldn
’
t
get
over
was
that
she
had
fallen
for
the
comedy
of
undying
passion
that
he
had
played
all
those
years
;
for
of
course
it
was
just
a
pose
;
he
liked
to
see
himself
as
the
constant
adorer
,
and
the
last
thing
he
wanted
,
apparently
,
was
to
have
his
constancy
rewarded
.
"
Bluffed
me
,
he
did
,
completely
bluffed
me
.
"
But
an
idea
occurred
to
Julia
and
she
ceased
to
smile
.
When
a
woman
’
s
amorous
advances
are
declined
by
a
man
she
is
apt
to
draw
one
of
two
conclusions
;
one
is
that
he
is
homosexual
and
the
other
is
that
he
is
impotent
.
Julia
reflectively
lit
a
cigarette
.
She
asked
herself
if
Charles
had
used
his
devotion
to
her
as
a
cover
to
distract
attention
from
his
real
inclinations
.
But
she
shook
her
head
.
If
he
had
been
homosexual
she
would
surely
have
had
some
hint
of
it
;
after
all
,
in
society
since
the
war
they
talked
of
practically
nothing
else
.
Of
course
it
was
quite
possible
he
was
impotent
.
She
reckoned
out
his
age
.
Poor
Charles
.
She
smiled
again
.
And
if
that
were
the
case
it
was
he
,
not
she
,
who
had
been
placed
in
an
embarrassing
and
even
ridiculous
position
.
He
must
have
been
scared
stiff
,
poor
lamb
.
Obviously
it
wasn
’
t
the
sort
of
thing
a
man
liked
to
tell
a
woman
,
especially
if
he
were
madly
in
love
with
her
;
the
more
she
thought
of
it
the
more
probable
she
considered
the
explanation
.
She
began
to
feel
very
sorry
for
him
,
almost
maternal
in
fact
.
"
I
know
what
I
’
ll
do
,
"
she
said
,
as
she
began
to
undress
,
"
I
’
ll
send
him
a
huge
bunch
of
white
lilies
tomorrow
.
"
Julia
lay
awake
next
morning
for
some
time
before
she
rang
her
bell
.
She
thought
.
When
she
reflected
on
her
adventure
of
the
previous
night
she
could
not
but
be
pleased
that
she
had
shown
so
much
presence
of
mind
.
It
was
hardly
true
to
say
that
she
had
snatched
victory
from
defeat
,
but
looking
upon
it
as
a
strategic
retreat
her
conduct
had
been
masterly
.
She
was
notwithstanding
ill
at
ease
.
There
might
be
yet
another
explanation
for
Charles
’
s
singular
behaviour
.
It
was
possible
that
he
did
not
desire
her
because
she
was
not
desirable
.
The
notion
had
crossed
her
mind
in
the
night
,
and
though
she
had
at
once
dismissed
it
as
highly
improbable
,
there
was
no
denying
it
,
at
that
hour
of
the
morning
it
had
a
nasty
look
.
She
rang
.
As
a
rule
,
since
Michael
often
came
in
while
Julia
had
breakfast
,
Evie
when
she
had
drawn
the
curtains
handed
her
a
mirror
and
a
comb
,
her
powder
and
lipstick
.
On
this
occasion
,
instead
of
running
the
comb
rapidly
through
her
hair
and
giving
her
face
a
perfunctory
dab
with
the
puff
,
Julia
took
some
trouble
.
She
painted
her
lips
with
care
and
put
on
some
rouge
;
she
arranged
her
hair
.
