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"
I
'm
not
,
"
she
said
.
"
Not
what
?
"
"
Not
mad
.
I
did
n't
think
you
were
mad
when
I
first
saw
you
,
so
it
is
n't
fair
that
you
should
think
so
of
me
.
"
"
How
on
earth
--
"
As
long
as
they
knew
each
other
Eleanor
and
Amory
could
be
"
on
a
subject
"
and
stop
talking
with
the
definite
thought
of
it
in
their
heads
,
yet
ten
minutes
later
speak
aloud
and
find
that
their
minds
had
followed
the
same
channels
and
led
them
each
to
a
parallel
idea
,
an
idea
that
others
would
have
found
absolutely
unconnected
with
the
first
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
he
demanded
,
leaning
forward
eagerly
,
"
how
do
you
know
about
'
Ulalume
'
--
how
did
you
know
the
color
of
my
hair
?
What
's
your
name
?
What
were
you
doing
here
?
Tell
me
all
at
once
!
"
Suddenly
the
lightning
flashed
in
with
a
leap
of
overreaching
light
and
he
saw
Eleanor
,
and
looked
for
the
first
time
into
those
eyes
of
hers
.
Oh
,
she
was
magnificent
--
pale
skin
,
the
color
of
marble
in
starlight
,
slender
brows
,
and
eyes
that
glittered
green
as
emeralds
in
the
blinding
glare
.
She
was
a
witch
,
of
perhaps
nineteen
,
he
judged
,
alert
and
dreamy
and
with
the
tell-tale
white
line
over
her
upper
lip
that
was
a
weakness
and
a
delight
.
He
sank
back
with
a
gasp
against
the
wall
of
hay
.
"
Now
you
've
seen
me
,
"
she
said
calmly
,
"
and
I
suppose
you
're
about
to
say
that
my
green
eyes
are
burning
into
your
brain
.
"
"
What
color
is
your
hair
?
"
he
asked
intently
.
"
It
's
bobbed
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
it
's
bobbed
.
I
do
n't
know
what
color
it
is
,
"
she
answered
,
musing
,
"
so
many
men
have
asked
me
.
It
's
medium
,
I
suppose
--
No
one
ever
looks
long
at
my
hair
.
I
've
got
beautiful
eyes
,
though
,
have
n't
I.
I
do
n't
care
what
you
say
,
I
have
beautiful
eyes
.
"
