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“
Do
you
know
,
”
I
said
,
as
slowly
as
he
himself
had
spoken
,
“
I
did
not
know
that
was
true
until
you
put
it
into
words
.
I
am
so
used
to
thinking
of
them
as
different
,
somehow
,
that
I
suppose
I
do
feel
as
if
they
were
almost
like
another
race
,
in
a
way
.
Perhaps
one
would
feel
like
that
with
a
native
Indian
,
or
a
Japanese
.
”
“
I
dare
say
that
is
a
good
simile
,
”
he
reflected
.
“
Are
they
different
when
you
know
them
well
?
”
“
I
have
never
known
one
but
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
,
”
I
answered
,
thinking
it
over
.
He
did
start
then
,
in
the
strangest
way
.
“
What
!
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
What
did
you
say
?
”
I
was
quite
startled
myself
.
Suddenly
he
looked
pale
,
and
his
breath
caught
itself
.
“
I
said
Wee
Elspeth
,
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
.
She
was
only
a
child
who
played
with
me
,
”
I
stammered
,
“
when
I
was
little
.
”
He
pulled
himself
together
almost
instantly
,
though
the
color
did
not
come
back
to
his
face
at
once
and
his
voice
was
not
steady
for
a
few
seconds
.
But
he
laughed
outright
at
himself
.
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
”
he
apologized
.
“
I
have
been
ill
and
am
rather
nervous
.
I
thought
you
said
something
you
could
not
possibly
have
said
.
I
almost
frightened
you
.
And
you
were
only
speaking
of
a
little
playmate
.
Please
go
on
.
”
