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"Jerry," said Charlotte suddenly, a few days after Claudia's unlucky attempt, "it's no use. I've tried and I've tried to like that girl, at least to have no unkind feelings to her, and it's no good. Gueda has gone now, and we -- that girl and I -- seem forced to be together in everything, and I just hate it."
"But not _her_," said Jerry; "it isn't so bad if it's only the -- the thing, the way it's come, that you hate, not the girl herself."