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tomorrow. I've got to talk to Jack." "You've got to think what it would mean," I said carefully, trying to think of her and of Jack more than myself, even though I knew I wanted Sara for my wife more than anything I'd ever wanted. "You'd be hurting him, and maybe yourself, darling. You've got to know — "
She nodded that bright head of hers emphatically. "That's just why I must tell him, Alan — why I mustn't marry him in a few days. I'd be hurting both of us, him and me, terribly, if I went ahead with it. I don't know what this — this way I feel about you — proves. I don't know whether I'm in love with you or not. I've got to find out, and since this has happened, I'm too mixed up
in my feelings to understand. But I know this — it does prove that I don't love Jack. If I loved him, I couldn't possibly feel this way about you, or about any man. And if I don't love him, it would be criminal to marry him — dreadful for me, and dreadful for him."
She caught her breath at the end of that long, emphatic speech, and smiled a small, half-hearted smile at me. "I've got to tell him that I can't marry him," she repeated, "And I'd better do it right away — quickly, before— before — "
"Before you change your mind?" I asked her.
"No." She shook her head. "Before — well, before I lose my courage, I
guess. I'm going to see him now."
And so she went to tell him. She wouldn't let me go with her. "It'll make it worse for him, that way," she argued. "It will seem as if — oh, as if I'd brought you along so you could gloat over him. Honestly, Alan, it's better for me to go alone. If — well, if I were going to be foolish, and marry you tomorrow, maybe it would be right for you to come along. But I'm not going to do anything foolish. I'm not going to tell Jack that I'm going to marry you, because I don't know. I'm simply going to tell him the truth — that I can't marry him because I've found out that I don't love him. It's my job, and I've got to do it the way that will be easiest for Jack, no matter (Continued on page 91)
Suddenly I realized that the five of us were trapped here, facing a common danger.