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"But, Di," she cried, "do you love Bobby Larkin?"
By this Di was embarrassed. "I've got to marry somebody," she said, "and
it might as well be him."
"But is it him?"
"Yes, it is," said Di. "But," she added, "I know I could love almost
anybody real nice that was nice to me." And this she said, not in her
own right, but either she had picked it up somewhere and adopted it, or
else the terrible modernity and honesty of her day somehow spoke through
her, for its own. But to Lulu it was as if something familiar turned its
face to be recognised.
"Di!" she cried.
"It's true. You ought to know that." She waited for a moment. "You did
it," she added. "Mamma said so."
At this onslaught Lulu was stupefied. For she began to perceive its
truth.
"I know what I want to do, I guess," Di muttered, as if to try to cover
what she had said.
Up to that moment, Lulu had been feeling intensely that she understood
Di, but that Di did not know this. Now Lulu felt that she and Di
actually shared some unsuspected sisterhood.
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