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"
I
didn
’
t
mean
that
.
"
She
drew
herself
partly
away
and
looked
at
him
.
"
I
meant
I
knew
you
loved
almost
from
the
first
.
"
"
And
you
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
It
came
to
me
suddenly
.
"
She
was
speaking
very
slowly
,
her
eyes
warm
and
fluttery
and
melting
,
a
soft
flush
on
her
cheeks
that
did
not
go
away
.
"
I
never
knew
until
just
now
when
—
you
put
your
arms
around
me
.
And
I
never
expected
to
marry
you
,
Martin
,
not
until
just
now
.
How
did
you
make
me
love
you
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
laughed
,
"
unless
just
by
loving
you
,
for
I
loved
you
hard
enough
to
melt
the
heart
of
a
stone
,
much
less
the
heart
of
the
living
,
breathing
woman
you
are
.
"
"
This
is
so
different
from
what
I
thought
love
would
be
,
"
she
announced
irrelevantly
.
"
What
did
you
think
it
would
be
like
?
"
"
I
didn
’
t
think
it
would
be
like
this
.
"
She
was
looking
into
his
eyes
at
the
moment
,
but
her
own
dropped
as
she
continued
,
"
You
see
,
I
didn
’
t
know
what
this
was
like
.
"
He
offered
to
draw
her
toward
him
again
,
but
it
was
no
more
than
a
tentative
muscular
movement
of
the
girdling
arm
,
for
he
feared
that
he
might
be
greedy
.
Then
he
felt
her
body
yielding
,
and
once
again
she
was
close
in
his
arms
and
lips
were
pressed
on
lips
.
"
What
will
my
people
say
?
"
she
queried
,
with
sudden
apprehension
,
in
one
of
the
pauses
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
We
can
find
out
very
easily
any
time
we
are
so
minded
.
"
