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But
that
would
prove
that
he
was
not
interesting
to
a
girl
as
pretty
as
she
was
,
despite
all
the
nice
clothes
he
was
now
able
to
wear
and
the
money
he
could
spend
.
He
was
determined
that
,
girl
or
no
girl
,
he
would
not
have
one
who
was
not
pretty
.
Ratterer
and
Hegglund
did
not
seem
to
mind
whether
the
girl
they
knew
was
attractive
or
not
,
but
with
him
it
was
a
passion
.
The
thought
of
being
content
with
one
not
so
attractive
almost
nauseated
him
.
And
yet
here
he
was
now
,
on
the
street
corner
in
the
dark
--
the
flare
of
many
signs
and
lights
about
,
hundreds
of
pedestrians
hurrying
hither
and
thither
,
the
thought
of
pleasurable
intentions
and
engagements
written
upon
the
faces
of
many
--
and
he
,
he
alone
,
might
have
to
turn
and
go
somewhere
else
--
eat
alone
,
go
to
a
theater
alone
,
go
home
alone
,
and
then
to
work
again
in
the
morning
.
He
had
just
about
concluded
that
he
was
a
failure
when
out
of
the
crowd
,
a
little
distance
away
,
emerged
the
face
and
figure
of
Hortense
.
She
was
smartly
dressed
in
a
black
velvet
jacket
with
a
reddish-brown
collar
and
cuffs
,
and
a
bulgy
,
round
tam
of
the
same
material
with
a
red
leather
buckle
on
the
side
.
And
her
cheeks
and
lips
were
rouged
a
little
.
And
her
eyes
sparkled
.
And
as
usual
she
gave
herself
all
the
airs
of
one
very
well
content
with
herself
.
"
Oh
,
hello
,
I
'm
late
,
ai
n't
I
?
I
could
n't
help
it
.
You
see
,
I
forgot
I
had
another
appointment
with
a
fella
,
a
friend
of
mine
--
gee
,
a
peach
of
a
boy
,
too
,
and
it
was
only
at
six
I
remembered
that
I
had
the
two
dates
.
Well
,
I
was
in
a
mess
then
.
So
I
had
to
do
something
about
one
of
you
.
I
was
just
about
to
call
you
up
and
make
a
date
for
another
night
,
only
I
remembered
you
would
n't
be
at
your
place
after
six
.
Tom
never
is
.
And
Charlie
always
is
in
his
place
till
six-thirty
,
anyhow
,
sometimes
later
,
and
he
's
a
peach
of
a
fella
that
way
--
never
grouchy
or
nothing
.
And
he
was
goin
'
to
take
me
to
the
theater
and
to
dinner
,
too
.
He
has
charge
of
the
cigar
stand
over
here
at
the
Orphia
.
So
I
called
him
up
.
Well
,
he
did
n't
like
it
so
very
much
.
But
I
told
him
I
'd
make
it
another
night
.
Now
,
aintcha
glad
?
Dontcha
think
I
'm
pretty
nice
to
you
,
disappointin
'
a
good-lookin
'
fella
like
Charlie
for
you
?
"
She
had
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
disturbed
and
jealous
and
yet
fearsome
look
in
Clyde
's
eyes
as
she
talked
of
another
.
And
the
thought
of
making
him
jealous
was
a
delight
to
her
.
She
realized
that
he
was
very
much
smitten
with
her
.
So
she
tossed
her
head
and
smiled
,
falling
into
step
with
him
as
he
moved
up
the
street
.
"
You
bet
it
was
nice
of
you
to
come
,
"
he
forced
himself
to
say
,
even
though
the
reference
to
Charlie
as
a
"
peach
of
a
fella
"
seemed
to
affect
his
throat
and
his
heart
at
the
same
time
.
What
chance
had
he
to
hold
a
girl
who
was
so
pretty
and
self-willed
?
"
Gee
,
you
look
swell
to-night
,
"
he
went
on
,
forcing
himself
to
talk
and
surprising
himself
a
little
with
his
ability
to
do
so
.
"
I
like
the
way
that
hat
looks
on
you
,
and
your
coat
too
.
"
He
looked
directly
at
her
,
his
eyes
lit
with
admiration
,
an
eager
yearning
filling
them
.
He
would
have
liked
to
have
kissed
her
--
her
pretty
mouth
--
only
he
did
not
dare
here
,
or
anywhere
as
yet
.
"
I
do
n't
wonder
you
have
to
turn
down
engagements
.
You
're
pretty
enough
.
Do
n't
you
want
some
roses
to
wear
?
"
They
were
passing
a
flower
store
at
the
moment
and
the
sight
of
them
put
the
thought
of
the
gift
in
his
mind
.
He
had
heard
Hegglund
say
that
women
liked
fellows
who
did
things
for
them
.
"
Oh
,
sure
,
I
would
like
some
roses
,
"
she
replied
,
turning
into
the
place
.
"
Or
maybe
some
of
those
violets
.
They
look
pretty
.
They
go
better
with
this
jacket
,
I
think
.
"
She
was
pleased
to
think
that
Clyde
was
sporty
enough
to
think
of
flowers
.
Also
that
he
was
saying
such
nice
things
about
her
.
At
the
same
time
she
was
convinced
that
he
was
a
boy
who
had
had
little
,
if
anything
,
to
do
with
girls
.
And
she
preferred
youths
and
men
who
were
more
experienced
,
not
so
easily
flattered
by
her
--
not
so
easy
to
hold
.
Yet
she
could
not
help
thinking
that
Clyde
was
a
better
type
of
boy
or
man
than
she
was
accustomed
to
--
more
refined
.
And
for
that
reason
,
in
spite
of
his
gaucheness
(
in
her
eyes
)
she
was
inclined
to
tolerate
him
--
to
see
how
he
would
do
.
