She
felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her
dreams. Wild is sure to be up. His hands reached under her
skirt. Still silence everywhere. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered. If she spoke to a policeman she did not
know what would ensue. \"Well, I hear that you totally slammed the door in his
face after he walked you home! Did you know he lives
clear on the other side of town and walked three miles
home after you slammed him?\"
\"No. . “When can we be alone together?” She asked him,
never loosening her grip. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but
perhaps you can make out what I mean. He had heard nothing. She was very pale, and
there was a look of fear in her eyes. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. ”
“It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am
afraid of you.
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