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Chapter 9

           

           "Well,yes,sir,thatis,Iwouldn’tsaythatIlikeitexactly,"repliedClydequitehonestly."ButIdon’tmindit.It’sasgoodasanyotherwaytobegin,Isuppose."Thethoughtinhismindatthemomentwasthathewouldliketoimpressonhisunclethathewascutoutforsomethingbetter.AndthefactthathiscousinGilbertwasnotpresentatthemomentgavehimthecouragetosayit.

           "Well,that’stheproperspirit,"commentedSamuelGriffiths,pleased."Itisn’tthemostpleasantpartoftheprocess,Iwilladmit,butit’soneofthemostessentialthingstoknow,tobeginwith.Andittakesalittletime,ofcourse,togetanywhereinanybusinessthesedays."

           FromthisClydewonderedhowlonghewastobeleftinthatdimworldbelowstairs.

           ButwhilehewasthinkingthisMyracameforward,curiousabouthimandwhathewouldbelike,andverypleasedtoseethathewasnotasuninterestingasGilberthadpaintedhim.Therewassomething,asshenowsaw,aboutClyde’seyesnervousandsomewhatfurtiveandappealingorseekingthatatonceinterestedher,andremindedher,perhaps,sinceshewasnotmuchofasuccesssociallyeither,ofsomethinginherself.

           "Yourcousin,ClydeGriffiths,Myra,"observedSamuelrathercasually,asClydearose."MydaughterMyra,"headded,toClyde."ThisistheyoungmanI’vebeentellingyouabout.

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