"Red apples and snow!" he repeated. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. Her prevailing effect was one of quiet and complete assurance, as though she knew all about everything, and was only restrained by her instinctive delicacy from telling what she knew.
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