Alice Adams by Booth Tarkington
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"Yes. Don't you?" "There were only boys in your family, weren't there, Mr. Russell?" "I was an only child, unfortunately." "Yes," she said. "I see you hadn't any sisters." For a moment he puzzled over her meaning, then saw it, and was more delighted with her than ever. "I can answer a question of yours, now, that I couldn't a while ago." "Yes, I know," she returned, quietly. "But how could you know?" "It's the question I asked you about whether you were going to like living here," she said. "You're about to tell me that now you know you WILL like it." "More telepathy!" he exclaimed. "Yes, that was it, precisely. I suppose the same thing's been said to you so many times that you----" "No, it hasn't," Alice said, a little confused for the moment. "Not at all. I meant----" She paused, then asked in a gentle voice, "Would you really like to know?" |
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