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           ’Itellyou,’herepliedquickly,likeacornereddog,’Iamquitewilling,provideditdoesn’ttouchyourloveforme.Ifitwouldtouchthat,Iamdeadagainstit.’

           Conniecouldonlybesilentincoldfearandcontempt.Suchtalkwasreallythegabblingofanidiot.Henolongerknewwhathewastalkingabout.

           ’Oh,itwouldn’tmakeanydifferencetomyfeelingforyou,’shesaid,withacertainsarcasm.

           ’There!’hesaid.’Thatisthepoint!InthatcaseIdon’tmindintheleast.Imeanitwouldbeawfullynicetohaveachildrunningaboutthehouse,andfeelonewasbuildingupafutureforit.Ishouldhavesomethingtostriveforthen,andIshouldknowitwasyourchild,shouldn’tI,dear?Anditwouldseemjustthesameasmyown.Becauseitisyouwhocountinthesematters.Youknowthat,don’tyou,dear?Idon’tenter,Iamacypher.YouarethegreatI-am!asfaraslifegoes.Youknowthat,don’tyou?Imean,asfarasIamconcerned.Imean,butforyouIamabsolutelynothing.Iliveforyoursakeandyourfuture.Iamnothingtomyself’

           Conniehearditallwithdeepeningdismayandrepulsion.Itwasoneoftheghastlyhalf-truthsthatpoisonhumanexistence.Whatmaninhissenseswouldsaysuchthingstoawoman!Butmenaren’tintheirsenses.