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"
No
,
no
;
it
is
most
interesting
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
Martin
went
on
heartily
,
"
I
’
m
no
more
than
a
barbarian
getting
my
first
impressions
of
civilization
.
Such
impressions
must
be
entertainingly
novel
to
the
civilized
person
.
"
"
What
did
you
think
of
my
cousins
?
"
Ruth
queried
.
"
I
liked
them
better
than
the
other
women
.
There
’
s
plenty
of
fun
in
them
along
with
paucity
of
pretence
.
"
"
Then
you
did
like
the
other
women
?
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
That
social
-
settlement
woman
is
no
more
than
a
sociological
poll
-
parrot
.
I
swear
,
if
you
winnowed
her
out
between
the
stars
,
like
Tomlinson
,
there
would
be
found
in
her
not
one
original
thought
.
As
for
the
portrait
-
painter
,
she
was
a
positive
bore
.
She
’
d
make
a
good
wife
for
the
cashier
.
And
the
musician
woman
!
I
don
’
t
care
how
nimble
her
fingers
are
,
how
perfect
her
technique
,
how
wonderful
her
expression
—
the
fact
is
,
she
knows
nothing
about
music
.
"
"
She
plays
beautifully
,
"
Ruth
protested
.
"
Yes
,
she
’
s
undoubtedly
gymnastic
in
the
externals
of
music
,
but
the
intrinsic
spirit
of
music
is
unguessed
by
her
.
I
asked
her
what
music
meant
to
her
—
you
know
I
’
m
always
curious
to
know
that
particular
thing
;
and
she
did
not
know
what
it
meant
to
her
,
except
that
she
adored
it
,
that
it
was
the
greatest
of
the
arts
,
and
that
it
meant
more
than
life
to
her
.
"
"
You
were
making
them
talk
shop
,
"
Ruth
charged
him
.
"
I
confess
it
.
And
if
they
were
failures
on
shop
,
imagine
my
sufferings
if
they
had
discoursed
on
other
subjects
.
Why
,
I
used
to
think
that
up
here
,
where
all
the
advantages
of
culture
were
enjoyed
—
"
He
paused
for
a
moment
,
and
watched
the
youthful
shade
of
himself
,
in
stiff
-
rim
and
square
-
cut
,
enter
the
door
and
swagger
across
the
room
.
"
As
I
was
saying
,
up
here
I
thought
all
men
and
women
were
brilliant
and
radiant
.
But
now
,
from
what
little
I
’
ve
seen
of
them
,
they
strike
me
as
a
pack
of
ninnies
,
most
of
them
,
and
ninety
percent
of
the
remainder
as
bores
.
Now
there
’
s
Professor
Caldwell
—
he
’
s
different
.
He
’
s
a
man
,
every
inch
of
him
and
every
atom
of
his
gray
matter
.
"
