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Mary
was
having
a
good
time
,
though
she
did
not
know
it
,
as
she
had
sat
down
with
him
only
out
of
fear
.
Again
she
refused
a
drink
and
said
:
"
Self
-
indulgence
is
back
of
it
.
Of
course
,
after
Abe
you
can
imagine
how
I
feel
about
it
—
since
I
watched
the
progress
of
a
good
man
toward
alcoholism
—
"
Down
the
steps
tripped
Lady
Caroline
Sibly
-
Biers
with
blithe
theatricality
.
Dick
felt
fine
—
he
was
already
well
in
advance
of
the
day
;
arrived
at
where
a
man
should
be
at
the
end
of
a
good
dinner
,
yet
he
showed
only
a
fine
,
considered
,
restrained
interest
in
Mary
.
His
eyes
,
for
the
moment
clear
as
a
child
’
s
,
asked
her
sympathy
and
stealing
over
him
he
felt
the
old
necessity
of
convincing
her
that
he
was
the
last
man
in
the
world
and
she
was
the
last
woman
.
.
.
.
Then
he
would
not
have
to
look
at
those
two
other
figures
,
a
man
and
a
woman
,
black
and
white
and
metallic
against
the
sky
.
.
.
.
"
You
once
liked
me
,
didn
’
t
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
LIKED
you
—
I
LOVED
you
.
Everybody
loved
you
.
You
could
’
ve
had
anybody
you
wanted
for
the
asking
—
"
"
There
has
always
been
something
between
you
and
me
.
"
She
bit
eagerly
.
"
Has
there
,
Dick
?
"
"
Always
—
I
knew
your
troubles
and
how
brave
you
were
about
them
.
"
But
the
old
interior
laughter
had
begun
inside
him
and
he
knew
he
couldn
’
t
keep
it
up
much
longer
.
"
I
always
thought
you
knew
a
lot
,
"
Mary
said
enthusiastically
.
"
More
about
me
than
any
one
has
ever
known
.
Perhaps
that
’
s
why
I
was
so
afraid
of
you
when
we
didn
’
t
get
along
so
well
.
"
