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 it belongs!" she said. "We re going to begin all over again. Play that I am your wife! "she de- manded tremulously.

Drew winced like raw flesh. "You are my wife," he cried. "You are! You are! You are!"

With all the strength that was left to her she groped out and drew his face down to her lips.

"Oh, I've invented a lots better game than that," she whispered. "If we re going to play any game at all let's play that I love you!"