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Chapter XX

           Thegraystoneswerealreadyfaintlymessywherethewaterrippledandsparkled,andearlybirdswerecallingrobinsandblackbirdsandwrens.

           "Babymine,"hesaid,"doyouunderstandallaboutthis?Doyouknowexactlywhatyou’redoingwhenyoucomewithmethisway?"

           "IthinkIdo."

           Shestruckherbootandlookedattheground,andthenupthroughthetreesatthebluesky.

           "Lookatme,honey."

           "Idon’twantto."

           "Butlookatme,sweet.Iwanttoaskyousomething."

           "Don’tmakeme,Frank,please.Ican’t."

           "Ohyes,youcanlookatme."

           "No."

           Shebackedawayashetookherhands,butcameforwardagain,easilyenough.

           "Nowlookinmyeyes."

           "Ican’t."

           "Seehere."

           "Ican’t.Don’taskme.I’llansweryou,butdon’tmakemelookatyou."

           Hishandstoletohercheekandfondledit.Hepettedhershoulder,andsheleanedherheadagainsthim.

           "Sweet,you’resobeautiful,"hesaidfinally,"Ican’tgiveyouup.IknowwhatIoughttodo.Youknow,too,Isuppose;butIcan’t.Imusthaveyou.Ifthisshouldendinexposure,itwouldbequitebadforyouandme.Doyouunderstand?"

           "Yes."

           "Idon’tknowyourbrothersverywell;butfromlookingatthemIjudgethey’reprettydeterminedpeople.

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