“Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. “Stop!” He ran towards her. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. "Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday.
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