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"I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real. ” He relapsed into a stony silence. ” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. ” “And you?” “Rather!” “I wonder why?” “There’s no why. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair. ’ ‘Eh bien. ” He intoned. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. " "And what is that?" "I have relatives not far from Hartford. She bought her Greyhound ticket one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty A.
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