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"
I
don
’
t
mind
him
.
"
"
I
wouldn
’
t
mind
him
if
he
wasn
’
t
so
conceited
and
didn
’
t
bore
me
,
and
bore
me
,
and
bore
me
.
"
"
He
bores
me
.
"
"
You
’
re
sweet
to
say
so
,
darling
.
But
you
don
’
t
need
to
.
You
can
picture
him
at
the
front
and
you
know
he
’
s
useful
but
he
’
s
so
much
the
type
of
boy
I
don
’
t
care
for
.
"
"
I
know
.
"
"
You
’
re
awfully
sweet
to
know
,
and
I
try
and
like
him
but
he
’
s
a
dreadful
,
dreadful
boy
really
.
"
"
He
said
this
afternoon
he
was
going
to
be
a
captain
.
"
"
I
’
m
glad
,
"
said
Catherine
.
"
That
should
please
him
.
"
"
Wouldn
’
t
you
like
me
to
have
some
more
exalted
rank
?
"
"
No
,
darling
.
I
only
want
you
to
have
enough
rank
so
that
we
’
re
admitted
to
the
better
restaurants
.
"
