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wide, hurt eyes and drooping mouth. By and tv he ran down. ‘You tink lak dat about me! You tink I forg=: everyting! What for you tink dose tings, hex: I'm sorry I go away. I do it because I got t: you see? My husban’, he tink someting bad. : tink. So he act mean, dat man. But you know. “The trouble is I don’t know. I wonder abou: you. I wonder if you try at all, or just do what's handiest for you. I've got some consideratic= coming to me, you know.’ The man was truly jealous, he was miserable. she had him right in the palm of her hand. Sh: didn’t have to say much, just let him do it. Aftes he'd got rid of all this, the fact remained that h: loved her, and that was all that mattered. He drew her towards him, she sat on his knees. her hands on his shoulders. He bent her face back and stared into her eyes. They were deep, deep. and swimming. There was a look in them tha: thrilled him, a look that must be true. Now there was an imprint of real truth in her words anc gestures, and the fierceness of her kiss. She was not acting any longer, she did not have to pretend this. There was no more falseness in it than there is in an arrow leaving a bow. She hated him. On him she had concentrated all her feelings towards Americans in general, every-