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Brenda was looking eagerly forward to the evening. A great deal would depend on the evening, for then she would see Harry Jordan again, and find out whether he was impressed or not. She had already perceived in that charming youth a passion for greatness -- a snobbish devotion to the great ones of this world. She had wondered within herself why he cared so much for people with "handles," as he expressed it, to their names. If he was as rich as he described himself, surely these things scarcely mattered to him.
Well, she at least was gently born, and had friends in the class which he so coveted to know. She was very, very pretty, and he had almost told her that he loved her.