“I wanted to make love to you. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. To his relief, she nodded. Then he had gone away. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile. For her mother to betray her seemed inevitable, but the betrayal seemed worse than her fate. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs.
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