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 it made insipid Marjorie's image of her friends' faces which she had called "fine." And she knew she had made no mistake in picking from that drug-store window, Clara Seeley.

Marjorie shivered and ceased regret for her lost world or perhaps—to borrow Gregg's phrase—her world which never was; and she returned to contemplation of Clara's with, not two sorts of men, but just one.