His hand stole to her cheek and fondled it. He petted her should
and she leaned her head against him.
"Sweet, you're so beautiful," he said finally, "I can't give you.
up. I know what I ought to do. You know, too, I suppose; but I
can't. I must have you. If this should end in exposure, it woul
be quite bad for you and me. Do you understand?"
"Yes."


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