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 “I wanted you to go with me this afternoon—”

“That was different. The boy may be really ill—”

“You didn't do what I wanted this afternoon. Why should I do what you want now?”

“Clare, stay. Please, please—”

She took her hand gently out of his, and, as she went out of the door switched off the electric light.

He heard the opening of the hall door and, standing where she had left him in the dark bedroom, saw, shining, laughing at him, her eyes.