The moment anybody is crazy about me I begin to hate him. It is
curious, but I am like that. I only care as long as they, or he,
is far away. And the moment I touched H's white kid glove, I
knew I loathed him.
"Now go to it, you to," Carter said in cautious tone.
"Don't be conspicuous. That's all."
And he left us.
"Suppose we dance this. Shall we?" said H. And the next
moment we were gliding off. He danced very well. I will say
that. But at the time I was too much occupied with hateing him
to care about dancing, or anything. But I was compelled by my
pride to see things through. We are a very proud Familey and
never show our troubles, though our hearts be torn with anguish.
"Think," he said, when we had got away from the band,
"think of our being together like this!"
"It's not so surprizing, is it? We've got to be together if
we are dancing."
"Not that. Do you know, I never knew so long a day as this
has been. The thought of meeting you--er--again, and all that."
"You needn't rave for my benefit," I said freesingly. "You
know perfectly well that you never saw me before.
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