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“It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. ” “Of course,” said Capes, and threw a newly lit cigar into the fire through sheer nervousness. He looked half at her and half at the sky. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. “For my part I can see no difference in any of these French girls who come over here with their demure manner and atrocious songs. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan. " "You may spare me your compassion, friend," observed Thames; "I am falsely detained. The longing to talk to someone! But in the end she had gone to her room without giving in to the craving. " "Uh-huh. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she exclaimed. But she veiled her feelings. ” “How?” “Well—a little clumsily. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long.
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