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Chapter 10
Don’tcarewhenit’stoolate!’
Therewasacuriouswarningpleadinginhisvoice.
’ButI’venothingtolose,’shesaidfretfully.’Ifyouknewwhatitis,you’dthinkI’dbegladtoloseit.Butareyouafraidforyourself?’
’Ay!’hesaidbriefly.’Iam.I’mafraid.I’mafraid.I’mafraido’things.’
’Whatthings?’sheasked.
Hegaveacuriousbackwardjerkofhishead,indicatingtheouterworld.
’Things!Everybody!Thelotof’em.’
Thenhebentdownandsuddenlykissedherunhappyface.
’Nay,Idon’tcare,’hesaid.’Let’shaveit,an’damntherest.Butifyouwastofeelsorryyou’deverdoneit--!’
’Don’tputmeoff,’shepleaded.
Heputhisfingerstohercheekandkissedheragainsuddenly.
’Letmecomeinthen,’hesaidsoftly.’An’takeoffyourmackintosh.’
Hehunguphisgun,slippedoutofhiswetleatherjacket,andreachedfortheblankets.
’Ibroughtanotherblanket,’hesaid,’sowecanputoneoverusifyoulike.’
’Ican’tstaylong,’shesaid.’Dinnerishalf-pastseven.’
Helookedatherswiftly,thenathiswatch.
’Allright,’hesaid.
Heshutthedoor,andlitatinylightinthehanginghurricanelamp.’Onetimewe’llhavealongtime,’hesaid.
Heputtheblanketsdowncarefully,onefoldedforherhead.Thenhesatdownamomentonthestool,anddrewhertohim,holdingherclosewithonearm,feelingforherbodywithhisfreehand.Sheheardthecatchofhisintakenbreathashefoundher.Underherfrailpetticoatshewasnaked.
