He drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperate encounter. But in his presence a wall of diffidence and timidity encompassed her. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. "I never told anybody," she went on. " "May be," returned the man gravely. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing.
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