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Why
don
’
t
you
talk
it
over
with
someone
more
of
your
own
age
?
Tom
,
for
instance
.
"
"
Tom
?
A
poor
little
snob
.
His
only
ambition
in
life
is
to
be
a
gentleman
,
and
he
hasn
’
t
the
sense
to
see
that
the
more
he
tries
the
more
hopeless
it
is
.
"
"
I
thought
you
liked
him
so
much
.
Why
,
at
Taplow
last
summer
you
just
lived
in
his
pocket
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
dislike
him
.
I
made
use
of
him
.
He
could
tell
me
a
lot
of
things
that
I
wanted
to
know
.
But
I
thought
him
an
insignificant
,
silly
little
thing
.
"
Julia
remembered
how
insanely
jealous
she
had
been
of
their
friendship
.
It
made
her
angry
to
think
of
all
the
agony
she
had
wasted
.
"
You
’
ve
dropped
him
,
haven
’
t
you
?
"
he
asked
suddenly
.
She
was
startled
.
"
I
suppose
I
have
more
or
less
.
"
"
I
think
it
’
s
very
wise
of
you
.
He
wasn
’
t
up
to
your
mark
.
"
He
looked
at
her
with
his
calm
,
reflective
eyes
,
and
on
a
sudden
Julia
had
a
sickening
fear
that
he
knew
that
Tom
had
been
her
lover
.
It
was
impossible
,
she
told
herself
,
it
was
only
her
guilty
conscience
that
made
her
think
so
;
at
Taplow
there
had
been
nothing
;
it
was
incredible
that
any
of
the
horrid
gossip
had
reached
his
ears
;
and
yet
there
was
something
in
his
expression
that
made
her
certain
that
he
knew
.
She
was
ashamed
.
