Love's Shadow by Ada Leverson
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'Didn't I look nicer than Mrs Raymond?' 'That's not the point. You talk as if you were rivals on the same platform. She's on a different plane. But he'll get tired in the end of her indifference and remember _you_,' added Anne sardonically. 'Then he'll find I've forgotten _him_. Oh, why am I so unhappy?' 'You're too emotional, but you'll be happy through that too. Please don't make your eyes red. There are other people in the world. Cecil Reeve--' 'And yet there's something so fascinating about him. He's so unlike anybody else.' 'Bosh!' said Anne. 'He's exactly like thousands of other young men. But it just happens you've taken a fancy to him; that's the only thing that makes him different.' 'I hate him,' said Hyacinth. 'Do you dislike him, Anne?' 'Dislike him?' said Anne, turning out one of the lights. 'No, indeed! I loathe him!' 'But why?' Anne went to the door. 'Because you're a fool about him,' she said somewhat cryptically. |
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