The Craze of Christina — page 115: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. III sized her certainty by making the remark aloud, and adding very decidedly: ‘‘Why should I care what becomes of him? Why should [?’’ And an odd little frown gathered itself between her eyebrows as she repeated the words. And the reason she frowned, if the whole truth must be told, was because she had not been able to get Clifford’s interesting face and Clifford’s admir- ing eyes out of her head ever since yesterday afternoon. At every waking moment she had thought about him, and when she had been asleep she had dreamed of him; and what angered and annoyed her beyond conception was the fact that it was not as an enemy, an impediment, a dupe, or a tool that her thoughts had thus dwelt upon him, but as a man, a per- sonality, a something attractive to herself, that she had never before encountered. All the time that she was trying to plan out in what way she meant to befool and outreach him, her mind kept slipping away into totally different grooves of thought. What curious and puzzling things lay in the clear depths of his brown eyes! and how interesting it would be to discover all their meanings, and whata delightful smile had played about his lips — whilst he had been talking to her. But this line of thought was, of course, rank, sheer fool- - (COMIC OOYO KSEE)