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The Longest Journey by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster
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"I don't go in for greatest friends."

"Do you mean you like us all equally?"

"All differently, those of you I like."

"Ah, you've caught it!" cried Mrs. Lewin. "Mr. Elliot gave it you
there well."

Agnes laughed, and, her elbows on the table, regarded them both
through her fingers--a habit of hers. Then she said, "Can't we
see the great Mr. Ansell?"

"Oh, let's. Or would he frighten me?"

"He would frighten you," said Rickie. "He's a trifle weird."

"My good Rickie, if you knew the deathly dullness of Sawston--
every one saying the proper thing at the proper time, I so
proper, Herbert so proper! Why, weirdness is the one thing I long
for! Do arrange something."

"I'm afraid there's no opportunity. Ansell goes some vast bicycle
ride this afternoon; this evening you're tied up at the Hall; and
tomorrow you go."

"But there's breakfast tomorrow," said Agnes. "Look here, Rickie,
bring Mr. Ansell to breakfast with us at Buoys."

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