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178 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1965


Good-looking, in a forceful rather intimidating way, he seemed bored most of the time, but occasionally roused himself to a glance of sardonic and incredulous amusement when some of the least gifted contestants paraded their offerings before the panel.
"I fell in love with your voice the very first time I heard it. Immediately and irretrievably."
"With — my voice? Just — with my voice?"
There was an odd little silence. Then he laughed protestingly and asked, "What more do you want me to say? That I fell in love with you that first day?"
"Only if — it’s true," she said breathlessly.
"It is not true," he replied coolly and categorically, and suddenly the world went cold and empty for her.
"Oh, I see." She put down her lashes and tried hard not to let any tears escape. But it had been a tremendously emotional and harrowing evening and her self-control was weak. In spite of all her efforts, two large tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks.
Then that beloved, half mocking voice said softly, "I think it took me two and a half weeks to fall in love with you yourself."
"You beast!" cried Anthea, and her lashes swept up, so that the tears could no longer be held back. "You beast! How dare you torment me like that!"
"I don’t know," he said. And suddenly he was beside her and his uninjured arm was round her. "And I don’t know how you can shed tears for me, my angry little beloved. I don’t deserve it."