” She looked at her toes. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. She wished he could smoke and dull his nerves a little. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. He looked about for his hat, and put it on. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. Darrell, however, rose again instantly; and though mortally wounded, made a desperate effort to regain the boat. She wanted him so badly it hurt. " "I shouldn't call her queer. Of course there were goats.
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