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"
Yes
.
That
is
,
he
works
over
at
the
hotel
with
me
.
"
"
But
you
have
n't
been
here
before
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Clyde
,
swiftly
,
and
yet
with
a
trace
of
inquiry
in
his
own
mood
.
Why
should
she
say
he
had
n't
been
here
before
?
"
I
thought
you
had
n't
.
I
've
seen
most
of
these
other
boys
before
,
but
I
never
saw
you
.
You
have
n't
been
working
over
at
the
hotel
very
long
,
have
you
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Clyde
,
a
little
irritated
by
this
,
his
eyebrows
and
the
skin
of
his
forehead
rising
and
falling
as
he
talked
--
a
form
of
contraction
and
expansion
that
went
on
involuntarily
whenever
he
was
nervous
or
thought
deeply
.
"
What
of
it
?
"
"
Oh
,
nothing
.
I
just
knew
you
had
n't
.
You
do
n't
look
very
much
like
these
other
boys
--
you
look
different
.
"
She
smiled
oddly
and
rather
ingratiatingly
,
a
smile
and
a
mood
which
Clyde
failed
to
interpret
.
"
How
different
?
"
he
inquired
,
solemnly
and
contentiously
,
taking
up
a
glass
and
drinking
from
it
.
"
I
'll
bet
you
one
thing
,
"
she
went
on
,
ignoring
his
inquiry
entirely
.
"
You
do
n't
care
for
girls
like
me
very
much
,
do
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
I
do
,
too
,
"
he
said
,
evasively
.
