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1 " We were in the car with moonlight spilling into the other side of the ravine. “Do you love me, Harry?” she asked. “No,” I said. “Well, that’s a fine answer. You might at least say you did.” “Why should I?” “I just thought it might sound better that way. It don’t make any difference, though, does it?” “No.” “I suppose you think I’m in love with you, don’t you?” “And why would I?” “Because I’m here. Well, let me tell you—“ “You don’t have to tell me. I know why you’re here. But you don’t think we’re going to get by with much of this, do you?” “Why not?” “And you’re the one who asked me if I’d lived in a small town.” “It’s all right. He’s at a lodge meeting.” “It’s dangerous as hell. You know that.” “I notice you’re telling me that now. You didn’t say anything about it a couple of hours ago.” “You didn’t expect me to think then, did you? "
― Charles Williams , A Touch of Death