"
She didn't understand, and looked rather cross.
"I told you I wasn't looking at you," she exclaimed pettishly.
"Then you told a lie," Julian said, with supreme gravity. "Think of that,
Cuckoo."
"And what would you ever tell me but lies if I was to ask you things?"
she rejoined quickly.
Julian began to see that there was something lurking in the background
behind her show of temper. He wondered what on earth it was.
"Why should I tell you lies?" he said.
"Oh! to kid me. Men like that. You're just like the rest, I suppose."
"I suppose so."
She seemed vexed at his assent, and went on:
"Now, aren't you, though?"
"I say, yes."
"Well, you usen't to be," she exclaimed, with actual bitterness of
accent and of look. "That's just why I was lookin' at you,--for I was
lookin',--makin' out the difference."
"I'm just the same as I was," Julian said, and he spoke with quite
sincere conviction.
"No, you ain't."
Having uttered this very direct contradiction, Cuckoo proceeded with
great energy:
"You've been lettin' him do it. I know you have."
Julian was completely puzzled.
"What do you mean?" he asked, with a real desire for information.
"You know well enough. He's leadin' you wrong.
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