Queed looked and recognized the flag that was everywhere in predominance that day. "And what will it mean if I wear it?" "Only," said Sharlee, "that you love the South." Vaguely Queed saw in her blue-spar eyes the same kind of softness that he noticed in people's voices this afternoon, a softness which somehow reminded him of a funeral, Fifi's or Colonel Cowles's. "Oh, very well, if you like."
She nodded: in her blue-spar eyes, there was the look of a winged victory. "That was the little secret don't you think it was a nice one? It is your magnificent boast come true.... And you don't even say 'I told you so'!" He looked past her out into the park.
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