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"
No
,
what
?
"
He
looked
at
her
with
a
blank
face
.
"
Come
off
it
,
darling
.
Haven
’
t
you
noticed
that
she
’
s
madly
in
love
with
you
?
"
"
With
me
?
But
I
thought
she
was
practically
engaged
to
Tom
.
Nonsense
.
You
’
re
always
fancying
things
like
that
.
"
"
But
it
’
s
quite
obvious
.
After
all
she
isn
’
t
the
first
who
’
s
fallen
for
your
fatal
beauty
,
and
I
don
’
t
suppose
she
’
ll
be
the
last
.
"
"
Heaven
knows
,
I
don
’
t
want
to
queer
poor
Tom
’
s
pitch
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
your
fault
,
is
it
?
"
"
What
d
’
you
want
me
to
do
about
it
then
?
"
"
Well
,
I
think
you
ought
to
be
nice
to
her
.
She
’
s
very
young
,
you
know
,
poor
thing
.
What
she
wants
is
a
helping
hand
.
If
you
took
her
alone
a
few
times
and
went
through
the
part
with
her
I
believe
you
could
do
wonders
Why
don
’
t
you
take
her
out
to
lunch
one
day
and
have
a
talk
to
her
?
"
