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levity"When will I see her again?"
"Does it mean that much to you?" She smiled wanly. "Boq, does she really mean that much to you?"
"She is my world," he answered.
"Your world is too small if she is it."
"You can't criticize the size of a world. I can't help it and I can't stop it and I can't deny it."
"I should say you look silly," she said, draining the last drops of lukewarm tea from her cup. "I should say you'll look back on this summer and cringe. She may be lovely, Boq - no, she is lovely, I agree - but you're worth a dozen of her." At his shocked expression she threw up her hands. "Not to me! I don't mean me! Please, that stricken look! Spare me!"
But he wasn't sure if he believed her. She gathered up her things in a hurry and rushed out, knocking the spittoon over in a clatter, slicing her big umbrella right through someone's newspaper. She didn't look both ways as she lunged across Railway Square and was nearly mowed down by an old ox on a cumbersome tricycle.
"Does it mean that much to you?" She smiled wanly. "Boq, does she really mean that much to you?"
"She is my world," he answered.
"Your world is too small if she is it."
"You can't criticize the size of a world. I can't help it and I can't stop it and I can't deny it."
"I should say you look silly," she said, draining the last drops of lukewarm tea from her cup. "I should say you'll look back on this summer and cringe. She may be lovely, Boq - no, she is lovely, I agree - but you're worth a dozen of her." At his shocked expression she threw up her hands. "Not to me! I don't mean me! Please, that stricken look! Spare me!"
But he wasn't sure if he believed her. She gathered up her things in a hurry and rushed out, knocking the spittoon over in a clatter, slicing her big umbrella right through someone's newspaper. She didn't look both ways as she lunged across Railway Square and was nearly mowed down by an old ox on a cumbersome tricycle.
