[...]
He wandered out of the room.
In a few seconds, he was back, bringing the sandwich half.
"Eat this," he said. "It's good."
"Really, I'm not at all--"
"Take it, for Chrissake. I didn't poison it or anything."
Ginnie accepted the sandwich half. "Well, thank you very much," she said.
"It's chicken," he said, standing over her, watching her. "Bought it last night in a goddam delicatessen."
"It looks very good."
"Well, eat it, then."
Ginnie took a bite.
"Good, huh?"
Ginnie swallowed with difficulty. "Very," she said.
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