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Frayling then
taken so profound a hold?" he asked, his tone mocking, chiding her yet
very gently.
Damaris hedged. To expose the root of her trouble became impossible under
the coercion of that gently bantering tone.
"It's not Henrietta's going; but that I no longer mind her going."
"A lost illusion--yes?" he said.
"I can't trust her. She--she isn't kind."
"Eh?" he said. "So you too have made that illuminating little discovery.
I supposed it would be only a matter of time. But you read character, my
dear, more quickly than I do. What it has taken you months to discover,
took me years."
His frankness, the unqualified directness of his response, though
startling, stimulated her daring.
"Then--then you don't really like Henrietta?" she found audacity
enough to say.
"Ah! there you rush too headlong to conclusions," he reasoned, still with
that same frankness of tone. "She is an ingenious, unique creature,
towards whom one's sentiments are ingenious and unique in their turn.


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