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What more is there after all than a companionship that admits both sense and nonsense ?" She laughed, turning her chin on her shoulder to glance at him; and when the laugh had died out she still sat lightly poised, chin nestling in the hollow of her shoulder, considering him out of friendly beautiful eyes in which no mockery remained.
"What more is there than our confidence in each other and our content ?" she said.
And, as he did not respond: "I wonder if you realise how perfectly lovely you have been to me since you have come into my life?
Do you?
Do you remember the first day--the very first--how I sent word to you that I wished you to see my first real dinner gown?
Smile if you wish--Ah, but you don't, you _don't_ understand, my poor friend, how much you became to me in that little interview.

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