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"From 'the family'? What family?"
"Our family," said George, unperturbed. "The Ambersons."
"I see!" she murmured, and evidently she did see something that he did
not, for, as she lifted her muff to her face, he asked:
"What are you laughing at now?"
"Why?"
"You always seem to have some little secret of your own to get happy
over!"
"Always!" she exclaimed. "What a big word when we only met last
night!"
"That's another case of it," he said, with obvious sincerity. "One of
the reasons I don't like you--much!--is you've got that way of seeming
quietly superior to everybody else."
"I!" she cried. "I have?"
"Oh, you think you keep it sort of confidential to yourself, but it's
plain enough! I don't believe in that kind of thing."
"You don't?"
"No," said George emphatically. "Not with me! I think the world's
like this: there's a few people that their birth and position, and so
on, puts them at the top, and they ought to treat each other entirely
as equals." His voice betrayed a little emotion as he added, "I
wouldn't speak like this to everybody.


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