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She said: "Impossible." He kept quiet for a while, then asked in a
totally changed tone, a tone of gloomy curiosity:
"You can't stand me then? Is that it?"
"No," she said, more steady herself. "I am not thinking of you at all."
The inane voices of the Fyne girls were heard over the sombre fields
calling to each other, thin and clear. He muttered: "You could try to.
Unless you are thinking of somebody else."
"Yes. I am thinking of somebody else, of someone who has nobody to think
of him but me."
His shadowy form stepped out of her way, and suddenly leaned sideways
against the wooden support of the porch. And as she stood still,
surprised by this staggering movement, his voice spoke up in a tone quite
strange to her.
"Go in then. Go out of my sight--I thought you said nobody could love
you."
She was passing him when suddenly he struck her as so forlorn that she
was inspired to say: "No one has ever loved me--not in that way--if
that's what you mean. Nobody would."
He detached himself brusquely from the post, and she did not shrink; but
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