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It’s not you—not a bit. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. ‘If you will not tell me about Valade, so be it. “I certainly knew him no better than you. McClintock never threw away any advertising matter; in fact, he openly courted pamphlets; and they came from automobile dealers and great mail-order houses, from haberdashers and tailors and manufacturers of hair-tonics, razors, gloves, shoes, open plumbing. Together they crept through the erstwhile drawing room and entered the massive flagged hall. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. About her, as she had gone day by day to and from the Tredgold College, she had seen and not seen many an incidental aspect of those sides of life about which girls are expected to know nothing, aspects that were extraordinarily relevant to her own position and outlook on the world, and yet by convention ineffably remote. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh.
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