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Yes, Aunt Bettie is right about Dr. John; he doesn't see a woman, and there is no way to make him. What she had said about it made me realise that he had always been like that, and I told myself that there was no reason in the world why my heart should beat in my slippers on that account. Still I don't see why Ruth Clinton should have her head literally thrown against that stone wall, and I wish Aunt Bettie wouldn't. It seemed like a desecration even to try to match-make him, and it made me hot with indignation all over. I dug so fiercely at the roots of my phlox with a trowel I had picked up that they groaned so loud I could almost hear them. I felt as if I must operate on something. And it was in this mood that Alfred's letter found me. Griffin, who was winking at her behind Elinor's back in a particularly portentous fashion, turned to the door. "Isabella!" said Mrs. Dallas, in an aggrieved tone. "Is this true?".
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"What is the initiation itself?" asked Elinor, as the girl turned away. "No, sir. I've only got my wits about me now." "Why, because they're the very nicest things in the world, of course," she replied spiritedly. "I love to get new ones and see how they work. It's such fun. Like archery practice, when you hit the bull's eye. Only words are somehow different, too. They sort of taste when you say them—sometimes sweet and sometimes tingly and queer, like the Amorites and Hittites," and she giggled at the memory. "To see me!" said Maurice, looking at his rival. "Then why did you not go to 'Ashantee?'".
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