“Had you followed, perhaps. At any rate, you can’t keep me away any longer.”
“You—you must not come.”
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] He regarded her closely, his thick brows coming together. “Is there any particular reason why you shut me out?”
She remembered suddenly that her hand was still in his. His tense grip was hurting her.
“Please!” She made a futile effort to draw it away.
“Is there?”
“Many—reasons.” Her lips hesitated over the words.
“Any one reason, I should say.”
In spite of herself, she looked up at him. “No—one.”
“Right, then. Sunday next.”