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"
No
it
is
n't
that
,
"
she
said
at
last
.
"
You
're
not
a
conceited
boy
by
nature
,
and
so
I
can
safely
tell
you
it
is
not
that
.
It
's
deeper
.
"
"
My
character
?
"
She
nodded
severely
.
"
What
can
I
do
to
mend
it
?
Do
sit
down
and
talk
it
over
.
No
,
really
,
I
wo
n't
if
you
'll
only
sit
down
!
"
She
looked
at
me
with
a
wondering
distrust
which
was
much
more
to
my
mind
than
her
whole-hearted
confidence
.
How
primitive
and
bestial
it
looks
when
you
put
it
down
in
black
and
white
!
--
and
perhaps
after
all
it
is
only
a
feeling
peculiar
to
myself
.
Anyhow
,
she
sat
down
.
"
Now
tell
me
what
's
amiss
with
me
?
"
"
I
'm
in
love
with
somebody
else
,
"
said
she
.
It
was
my
turn
to
jump
out
of
my
chair
.
"
It
's
nobody
in
particular
,
"
she
explained
,
laughing
at
the
expression
of
my
face
:
"
only
an
ideal
.
I
've
never
met
the
kind
of
man
I
mean
.
"
"
Tell
me
about
him
.
What
does
he
look
like
?
"
