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"
There
are
many
lines
that
could
be
spared
from
the
book
you
were
reading
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
primly
firm
and
dogmatic
.
"
I
must
’
a
’
missed
’
em
,
"
he
announced
.
"
What
I
read
was
the
real
goods
.
It
was
all
lighted
up
an
’
shining
,
an
’
it
shun
right
into
me
an
’
lighted
me
up
inside
,
like
the
sun
or
a
searchlight
.
That
’
s
the
way
it
landed
on
me
,
but
I
guess
I
ain
’
t
up
much
on
poetry
,
miss
.
"
He
broke
off
lamely
.
He
was
confused
,
painfully
conscious
of
his
inarticulateness
.
He
had
felt
the
bigness
and
glow
of
life
in
what
he
had
read
,
but
his
speech
was
inadequate
.
He
could
not
express
what
he
felt
,
and
to
himself
he
likened
himself
to
a
sailor
,
in
a
strange
ship
,
on
a
dark
night
,
groping
about
in
the
unfamiliar
running
rigging
.
Well
,
he
decided
,
it
was
up
to
him
to
get
acquainted
in
this
new
world
.
He
had
never
seen
anything
that
he
couldn
’
t
get
the
hang
of
when
he
wanted
to
and
it
was
about
time
for
him
to
want
to
learn
to
talk
the
things
that
were
inside
of
him
so
that
she
could
understand
.
She
was
bulking
large
on
his
horizon
.
"
Now
Longfellow
—
"
she
was
saying
.
"
Yes
,
I
’
ve
read
’
m
,
"
he
broke
in
impulsively
,
spurred
on
to
exhibit
and
make
the
most
of
his
little
store
of
book
knowledge
,
desirous
of
showing
her
that
he
was
not
wholly
a
stupid
clod
.
"
‘
The
Psalm
of
Life
,
’
‘
Excelsior
,
’
an
’
.
.
.
I
guess
that
’
s
all
.
"
She
nodded
her
head
and
smiled
,
and
he
felt
,
somehow
,
that
her
smile
was
tolerant
,
pitifully
tolerant
.
He
was
a
fool
to
attempt
to
make
a
pretence
that
way
.
That
Longfellow
chap
most
likely
had
written
countless
books
of
poetry
.
"
Excuse
me
,
miss
,
for
buttin
’
in
that
way
.
I
guess
the
real
facts
is
that
I
don
’
t
know
nothin
’
much
about
such
things
.
It
ain
’
t
in
my
class
.
But
I
’
m
goin
’
to
make
it
in
my
class
.
"
It
sounded
like
a
threat
.
His
voice
was
determined
,
his
eyes
were
flashing
,
the
lines
of
his
face
had
grown
harsh
.
And
to
her
it
seemed
that
the
angle
of
his
jaw
had
changed
;
its
pitch
had
become
unpleasantly
aggressive
.
At
the
same
time
a
wave
of
intense
virility
seemed
to
surge
out
from
him
and
impinge
upon
her
.
"
I
think
you
could
make
it
in
—
in
your
class
,
"
she
finished
with
a
laugh
.
"
You
are
very
strong
.
"
