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"
My
rouge
won
’
t
come
off
.
"
and
Amy
rubbed
her
brilliant
cheek
,
and
showed
him
her
white
glove
with
a
sober
simplicity
that
made
him
laugh
outright
.
"
What
do
you
call
this
stuff
?
"
he
asked
,
touching
a
fold
of
her
dress
that
had
blown
over
his
knee
.
"
Illusion
.
"
"
Good
name
for
it
.
It
’
s
very
pretty
—
new
thing
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
It
’
s
as
old
as
the
hills
.
You
have
seen
it
on
dozens
of
girls
,
and
you
never
found
out
that
it
was
pretty
till
now
—
stupide
!
"
"
I
never
saw
it
on
you
before
,
which
accounts
for
the
mistake
,
you
see
.
"
"
None
of
that
,
it
is
forbidden
.
I
’
d
rather
take
coffee
than
compliments
just
now
.
No
,
don
’
t
lounge
,
it
makes
me
nervous
.
"
Laurie
sat
bold
upright
,
and
meekly
took
her
empty
plate
feeling
an
odd
sort
of
pleasure
in
having
‘
little
Amy
’
order
him
about
,
for
she
had
lost
her
shyness
now
,
and
felt
an
irrestible
desire
to
trample
on
him
,
as
girls
have
a
delightful
way
of
doing
when
lords
of
creation
show
any
signs
of
subjection
.
"
Where
did
you
learn
all
this
sort
of
thing
?
"
he
asked
with
a
quizzical
look
.
