The Beauty and the Bolshevist by Alice Duer Miller
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"Oh, Eddie, how dreadful!" "I don't see that at all. Just as well, perhaps. You don't want to get yourself into such a position as poor Eugenia." "I do, I would. I'd give anything to be as much in love as Eugenia." "What? With a fellow like that! A complete outsider." "Outside of what? The human race?" "Well, no," said Eddie, as if he were yielding a good deal, "but outside of your traditions and your set." "My set! Good for him to be outside of it, I say. What have they ever done to make anyone want to be inside of it? Why, David is an educated gentleman. To hear him quote Horace--" "Horace who?" "Really, Eddie." "Oh, I see. You mean the poet. That's nothing to laugh at, Crystal. It was a natural mistake. I thought, of course, you meant some of those anarchists who want to upset the world." Crystal looked at him more honestly and seriously than she had yet done. |
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