I was alone again. Justanother Manderley dream. I took another look at the baby, sleeping in thatqueerly casual way they have--her head tilted over on her shoulder, herlovely little lips pursed and blowing a bubble. I tried to think, andwhat came to my struggling mind was Tony Curtis as Harry Houdini in someold movie.
I said, I won't unless you makeme. The writing had burned off all thoughts of thereal world, at least temporarily. Janey jumped up and helped him pick up the crumpled papers and trash that had scattered over the floor. They stared at mewith hate and supplication.
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