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Roger
was
seventeen
now
and
in
a
year
would
be
going
to
Cambridge
.
She
would
insinuate
the
fact
that
she
was
old
enough
to
be
his
mother
.
She
would
act
as
if
there
had
never
been
anything
between
them
and
he
would
go
away
,
never
to
see
her
again
except
across
the
footlights
,
half
convinced
that
the
whole
thing
had
been
a
figment
of
his
fancy
.
But
when
she
saw
him
,
so
slight
,
with
his
hectic
flush
and
his
blue
eyes
,
so
charmingly
boyish
,
she
felt
a
sudden
pang
.
Evie
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
She
was
lying
on
the
sofa
and
she
stretched
out
her
arm
to
give
him
her
hand
,
the
gracious
smile
of
Madame
Recamier
on
her
lips
,
but
he
flung
himself
on
his
knees
and
passionately
kissed
her
mouth
.
She
could
not
help
herself
,
she
put
her
arms
round
his
neck
,
and
kissed
him
as
passionately
.
(
"
Oh
,
my
good
resolutions
.
My
God
,
I
can
’
t
have
fallen
in
love
with
him
.
"
)
"
For
goodness
’
sake
,
sit
down
.
Evie
’
s
coming
in
with
the
tea
.
"
"
Tell
her
not
to
disturb
us
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
But
what
he
meant
was
obvious
.
Her
heart
began
to
beat
quickly
.
"
It
’
s
ridiculous
.
I
can
’
t
.
Michael
might
come
in
.
"
"
I
want
you
.
"
"
What
d
’
you
suppose
Evie
would
think
?
It
’
d
be
idiotic
to
take
such
a
risk
.
No
,
no
,
no
.
"
There
was
a
knock
at
the
door
and
Evie
came
in
with
the
tea
.
Julia
gave
her
instructions
to
put
the
table
by
the
side
of
her
sofa
and
a
chair
for
the
young
man
on
the
other
side
of
the
table
.
She
kept
Evie
with
unnecessary
conversation
.
She
felt
him
looking
at
her
.
His
eyes
moved
quickly
,
following
her
gestures
and
the
expression
of
her
face
;
she
avoided
them
,
but
she
felt
their
anxiety
and
the
eagerness
of
his
desire
.
She
was
troubled
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
her
voice
did
not
sound
quite
natural
.
(
"
What
the
devil
’
s
the
matter
with
me
?
God
,
I
can
hardly
breathe
.
"
)
