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Show 33° Glib llose anb Sf11>er it 's gone now. Even at that, it lasted longer than you cared for me. Come, let 's be friends." He offered his hand. She put hers into it for a moment, then quickly took it away. He noted that it was very cold. "I must be going," she said, keeping her self-control with difficulty. "Aunt Francesca will miss me." "Thank you for coming-and for bringing the violin." u You 're welcome. Good-bye." "Good-bye, Silver Girl. I hope you 'II be happy." Isabel did not answer, nor turn back. She went out of the gate and out of his life, pride keeping her head high until she had turned the corner. Then, very sorry for herself, she sat down and wept. XXIII "il:ears, ll~le il:ears" " SAY, J ule," inquired Romeo, casually, "why is it that you don't look like a l~y?" . "What do you mean? " demanded Juhet, bristling. " I don't know just what I mean, but you seem so different from everybody else." "I 'm clean, ain't 1? " "Yes," he admitted, grudgingly. "And my hair is combed?" "Sometimes." "And my white dress is clean, isn't it?" "Yes, but it doesn't look like-like hers, you know." "Her? Who's 'her'?" "You know-Isabel." Juliet sighed and bit her lips. Her eyes tilled with tears and she winked very hard to keep them back. An ominous pain clutched at her loyal little heart. 33 1 1\oti.Ua:e "" |