” “I have a clue, at any rate,” he remarked, smiling. “It’s settled. Just now the waterchestnuts…. Be on your guard. On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought, would have made. She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour.
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