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           "Yes?"

           Hehadpausedforamomentbeforeansweringandhisvoicewaspeevish.

           "Whatdoesthismean?Whyhaveyousentmeallthosethings?"

           "Didyougetthenotesthismorning?"

           "Yes.Icouldn’tmakeheadortailofit.HaveIoffendedyou?"

           "Ohno,"heanswered."Ilikebeingtreatedlikeakeptboy.Ilikehavingitthrowninmyfacethatevenmytipshavetobegivenme.Ithoughtitratherstrangethatyoudidn’tsendmethemoneyforathird-classticketbacktoLondon."

           AlthoughJuliawasinapitiablestateofanxiety,sothatshecouldhardlygetthewordsoutofhermouth,shealmostsmiledathisfatuousirony.Hewasasillylittlething.

           "Butyoucan’timaginethatIwantedtohurtyourfeelings.Yousurelyknowmewellenoughtoknowthat’sthelastthingIshoulddo."

           "Thatonlymakesitworse."("Damnandcurse,"thoughtJulia.)"Ioughtnevertohaveletyoumakemethosepresents.Ishouldneverhaveletyoulendmemoney."

           "Idon’tknowwhatyoumean.It’sallsomehorriblemisunderstanding.Comeandfetchmeaftertheplayandwe’llhaveitout.IknowIcanexplain."

           "I’mgoingtodinnerwithmypeopleandIshallsleepathome."

           "Tomorrowthen."

           "I’mengagedtomorrow."

           "Imustseeyou,Tom.We’vebeentoomuchtooneanothertopartlikethis.Youcan’tcondemnmeunheard.It’ssounjusttopunishmefornofaultofmine."

           "Ithinkit’smuchbetterthatweshouldn’tmeetagain."

           Juliawasgrowingdesperate.

           "ButIloveyou,Tom.Iloveyou.