His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. Could it be him you mean?" "No. “I believe that he would bore me. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. Papa doesn't even care, but he just goes along with whatever my Mom says. \" \"Oh, that is pretty. In others, she acts with the speed and surety of the loosed arrow. She may be an infuriating little devil, but she is far from stupid. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. The ambitions of his life, and they were many, seemed to lie far away, broken up dreams in some outside world where the way was rough and the sky always grey. They did not want her. He began really to like Spurlock, despite the shadow of the boy's past, despite his inexplicable attitude toward this glorious girl. Men were going hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling.
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