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Book, page 41 / 298 "And what were they?" asked the Duke. He was eager for sympathy in his love. But so little used was he to seeking sympathy that he could not unburden himself. He temporised. Noaks muttered something about getting back to work, and fumbled with the door-handle. "Oh, my dear fellow, don't go," said the Duke. "Sit down. Our Schools don't come on for an- other year. A few minutes can't make a differ- ence in your Class. I want to -- to tell you something, Noaks. Do sit down." Noaks sat down on the edge of a chair. The Duke leaned against the mantel-piece, facing him. "I suppose, Noaks," he said, "you have never been in love." ZULEIKA DOBSON 49 "Why shouldn't I have been in love?" asked the little man, angrily. "I can't imagine you in love," said the Duke, smiling. "And I can't imagine <i>you</i>. You're too pleased with yourself," growled Noaks. "Spur your imagination, Noaks," said his friend. "I <i>am</i> in love." "So am I," was an unexpected answer, and the Duke (whose need of sympathy was too new to have taught him sympathy with others) laughed aloud. "Whom do you love?" he asked, throwing himself into an arm-chair. "I don't know who she is," was another un- expected answer. "When did you meet her?" asked the Duke. "Where? What did you say to her?" "Yesterday. In the Corn. I didn't <i>say</i> any- thing to her." "Is she beautiful?" "Yes. What's that to you?"
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