“We have,” he said, “to be the utmost friends. She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed. He was apt to play so many games, she was afraid she might have misunderstood. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. At least here she was safe.
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