She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. “The walk has given me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock. She tried not to pant, not to reveal herself, and she began to shake. Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. “Absolutely platonically,” she said.
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