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Show 129 They looked so nice together. Karl wished he could be all dressed up like that, going out on a date with Yulyona, holding her arm possessively. Since he had the better pert of an hour to kill before reporting to the nickelodeon, he strolled along First Street, hands in his pockets. The sky was so dark with mill smoke that the lighted interiors of the stores seemed inviting; he peered through the windows, hoping that by some stroke of luck Yulyona might be inside one of the stores. All that week, at school, he'd studied Yulyona closely to discover any change in her attitude toward him, fearing that his father's outhouse comments might have lowered her regard for all the Kerners. At the same time, he searched for signs of intimacy in the way she treated him -- how could she have danced with him all those times at the wedding, and enjoyed it as much as she seemed to, unless she returned at least a fragment of the love he felt for her? In class, Yulyona was unfailingly warm to Karl, considerate of his feelings, interested in his opinions of the literature they read. But she was just as interested, considerate, and warm toward bubble-headed Virginia Ward, slow-witted Tilly Horner, smug Fred Hollingsted, and every other student in the sophomore homeroom. Karl was hurt that Yulyona never showed, by a word or gesture, that she was fonder of him than of the others. Love was certainly more complex than he'd anticipated on that day he saw Jame and Kathleen kissing in the gazebo, and had thought it might be nice to fall in love- The physical feeling was as |