"You're goin' to be diff'rent from the rest, the way you read books and newspapers," she remarked half-reverentially. A foamy bend in a racing brook where an elbow of rock made a swirling pool about four-foot deep. Phoebe took me there. We undressed. How smooth-bodied she was, how different from me! I studied her with abashed, veiled glances.
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