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Do
you believe me?"
"I don't understand--"
"Try to."
"Do you mean that you have differed with--"
"Him?" She laughed. "Oh, no; I was talking of real people, not of myths.
And real people are not very friendly to me, always--not that they are
disagreeable, you understand, only a trifle overcordial; and my most
intimate friend kisses me a little too frequently. By the way, she has
quite succumbed to you, I hear."
"Who do you mean?"
"Why, Rosamund."
He said something under his breath and looked at her impatiently.
"Didn't you know it?" she asked, smiling.
"Know what?"
"That Rosamund is quite crazy about you?"
"Good Lord! Do you suppose that any of the monkey set are interested in
me or I in them?" he said, disgusted. "Do I ever go near them or meet
them at all except by accident in the routine of the machinery which
sometimes sews us in tangent patches on this crazy-quilt called
society?"
[Illustration: "'I don't know why I came.'"]
"But Rosamund," she said, laughing, "is now cultivating Mrs.


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