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I ought to have seen it from the first!"
Lucy bore her disgrace lightly. "Oh, dancing a cotillion with a
person doesn't mean that you like him--but I don't see anything in
particular the matter with Mr. Kinney. What is?"
"If you don't see anything the matter with him for yourself," George
responded, icily, "I don't think pointing it out would help you. You
probably wouldn't understand."
"You might try," she suggested. "Of course I'm a stranger here, and
if people have done anything wrong or have something unpleasant about
them, I wouldn't have any way of knowing it, just at first. If poor
Mr. Kinney--"
"I prefer not to discuss it," said George curtly. "He's an enemy of
mine."
"Why?"
"I prefer not to discuss it."
"Well, but--"
"I prefer not to discuss it!"
"Very well." She began to hum the air of the song which Mr. George
Amberson was now discoursing, "O moon of my delight that knows no
wane"--and there was no further conversation on the back seat.
They had entered Amberson Addition, and the moon of Mr.


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