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Chapter 34 — The Presentiment
"Mason--"
"What?" he was turned back, holding in hands his jacket.
Today was first quiet evening for them.
"I have some strange feeling," Mary said. She sat on the bed and embraced herself her shoulders by her hands.
"But why?" Mason surprised. "I guess that we are absolutely in the contrary case — now we already have not occasions for worry. Everything is well," he smiled and approached to her. He sat beside her and taken her hand.
But Mary keep be serious. She softly taken away her hand, and then was raised and come away to the window.
"Mary?" Mason becomes worried. "What is wrong?"
"I do not know," Mary stood, turning away from Mason, and examined brilliant backs of the books on shelves. "I do not know," she repeated and turned to Mason. Her eyes have been flashed in evening twilight.
Mason turn on the soft lamp on the table.
"Are you still afraid of these people?" he asked.
"I don't," Mary shook her head. "No, I was afraid, but about them. I am worried the case that Christie told me..."
Mason with facilitation smiled and again come to her.
"Mary, well... What is terrible thing even if this person was really your father? See, he surely is not a monster. He is not even CC Capwell."
"Your father is not a monster, Mason, but you already aware that. Look I am not afraid that my daddy will return back," her soft "daddy" for some reason make Mason to wince. "Just he is a strange part of the situation."
"What is it?" Mason embraced Mary and felt that she was wince. "If I made something wrong?"
"You don't," Mary embraced him as well and nestled her face on his shoulder. "You don't, I am sorry. I am nervous and I do not know it's a reason. However, all pregnant women become a somewhat nervous--"
"Do you feel bad yourself?" Mason scared. Mary silently shook her head. "Well... Tell me, what is wrong? What is matter? You frighten me!"
"Sorry. But it the picture which brought Christie. It is wake strange sensations in my soul," Mary said as if she slugged through a jungle when she trying to explain that she feels. "It reminded me of something that was forgotten for a long time. And this something is not too good," she sighed.
"You feel sad that you remember about your father?" Mason specified.
"No. He is not in my feeling now. It is connected to anybody others."
"Who is it?"
"I do not know, Mason, I can not explain it!" Mary's takes away from him and stands up; she embraced self for her shoulders. "Don't ask me more! I do not know that I feel!"
"I am sorry. Sorry," Mason repentance inclined his head. "I did not want that you become upset. If you forgive me?"
There was a silent minute.
"I forgive you," Mary relaxed and recline at back of bed. With her guilty she looked at him. "You forgive me too. I should not to shout at you."
Mason is sat near her again and delighted when she do not take away. He nestled his face on her hairs.
"I am so afraid that I can lose you," he admitted. "It is just make me a kind of crazy."
"Me too," his lip found her lips. "Me too."
The last words were dissolved in their long kissing of two madly loving persons.
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