Ralph Henry Barbour

Ralph Henry Barbour

Summary

Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour The House in the Hedge — Chapter 12 (1911)

It—it's quite likely that I shall never marry anyone.” Larry laughed as he lighted another cigarette.
“Listen to that,” he scoffed. “Much you know about such things, sis. Why, you're only—eighteen, isn't it?”
“I'm almost nineteen,” I answered with dignity. “And I fancy I know just about as much of 'such things' as you do. You're only twenty yourself.”
“Well, as for that, a man sees more of life than a girl does,” he said complacently, “and learns more. But, look here, old girl, if it isn't Ned, who is it?”
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour The House in the Hedge — Chapter 12 (1911)

I know.”
“Not every girl, Larry. There are plenty of them, I guess, who don't care for—that sort of thing.”
“Pshaw! Homely ones, then!”
“No, really, Larry. I'm not handsome like Jocelyn, but I'm not homely, am I?”
“Rather not, sis! But you—you're different somehow.” I laughed.
“I'm different in that way,” I answered, looking across through the starlit darkness at the yellow gleam beyond the hedge. “I don't want a lot of men to—to admire me. I—want just one man to, Larry.”
“Hello!” he laughed. “Look here, sis, what's up? You sound absolutely spoony! Has Ned—er——”
“Ned!”
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