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And June--June had seen the change in Hale. The first year he had
come often to New York to see her and they had gone to the theatre
and the opera, and June was pleased to play the part of heroine in
what was such a real romance to the other girls in school and she
was proud of Hale. But each time he came, he seemed less
interested in the diversions that meant so much to her, more
absorbed in his affairs in the mountains and less particular about
his looks. His visits came at longer intervals, with each visit he
stayed less long, and each time he seemed more eager to get away.
She had been shy about appearing before him for the first time in
evening dress, and when he entered the drawing-room she stood
under a chandelier in blushing and resplendent confusion, but he
seemed not to recognize that he had never seen her that way
before, and for another reason June remained confused,
disappointed and hurt, for he was not only unobserving, and
seemingly unappreciative, but he was more silent than ever that
night and he looked gloomy. But if he had grown accustomed to her
beauty, there were others who had not, and smart, dapper college
youths gathered about her like bees around a flower--a triumphant
fact to which he also seemed indifferent.
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