He stood opposite her, looking grave, looking eager, looking (and the idea surprised her) as if he were having complicated emotions, too. He said, “I didn’t come in because I wanted a highball. I wanted to look at you.” Then he said, “Are you hungry? Do you want to be taken to dinner instantly?” She said, “Your voice sounds so severe.” He laughed. He set his highball glass down, and took hers from her. “I didn’t mean to sound severe,” he said. He sat on the arm of her chair, and asked her if she really wanted any m…
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