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He
had
seen
the
mimeographed
release
of
his
Public
Relations
Department
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
’
s
true
.
"
The
way
she
looked
at
him
made
him
feel
as
if
it
were
.
"
It
was
wonderful
of
you
,
Mr
.
Taggart
.
"
"
Do
you
always
remember
what
you
read
in
the
newspapers
,
so
well
,
in
such
detail
?
"
"
Why
,
yes
,
I
guess
so
—
all
the
interesting
things
.
The
big
things
.
I
like
to
read
about
them
.
Nothing
big
ever
happens
to
me
.
"
She
said
it
gaily
,
without
self
-
pity
.
There
was
a
young
,
determined
brusqueness
in
her
voice
and
movements
.
She
had
a
head
of
reddish
brown
curls
,
wide
-
set
eyes
,
a
few
freckles
on
the
bridge
of
an
upturned
nose
.
He
thought
that
one
would
call
her
face
attractive
if
one
ever
noticed
it
,
but
there
was
no
particular
reason
to
notice
it
.
It
was
a
common
little
face
,
except
for
a
look
of
alertness
,
of
eager
interest
,
a
look
that
expected
the
world
to
contain
an
exciting
secret
behind
every
corner
.
"
Mr
.
Taggart
,
how
does
it
feel
to
be
a
great
man
?
"
"
How
does
it
feel
to
be
a
little
girl
?
"
She
laughed
.
"
Why
,
wonderful
.
"
"
Then
you
’
re
better
off
than
I
am
.
"
