" Miss Georgie smiled indulgently. "I quite agree
with you. And by the way, I met that polysyllabic cowboy
again--and I discovered that, on the whole, my estimate was
incorrect. He's emphatically monosyllabic. I said sixteen nice
things to him while I was waiting for Pete to wake up Saunders;
and he answered in words of one syllable; one word, of one
syllable. I'm beginning to feel that I've simply got to know
that young man. There are deeps there which I am wild to
explore. I never met any male human in the least like him. Did
you? So absolutely--ah--inscrutable, let us say."
"That's just because he's part Indian," Evadna declared, with the
positiveness of youth and inexperience. "It isn't
inscrutability, but stupidity. I simply can't bear him. He's
brutal, and rude. He told me--told me, mind you--that he doesn't
like women. He actually warned me against thinking his
politeness--if he ever is polite, which I doubt--means more than
just common humanity. He said he didn't want me to misunderstand
him and think he liked me, because he doesn't.
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