“I’ll do nothing of the sort,” said Nugent, lifting my face and looking suspiciously into it. “I believe you cared a great deal more about Willy than you ever did for me.”
“I don’t know why I didn’t,” I answered, midway between laughter and tears. “He was a thousand times nicer to me than you were—but, somehow, I always liked you best.”
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