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"You must be very cold yourself, Mr. Harrington," Joe
began again after a pause, stopping and looking at him.
John laughed a little.
"I?" he cried. "No, indeed, I am the most enthusiastic man alive."
"You are when you are speaking in public," said Joe. "But that may be all
comedy, you know. Orators always study their speeches, with all the
gestures and that, before a glass, don't they?"
"I do not know," said John. "Of course I know by heart what I am going to
say, when I make a speech like that of the other evening, but I often
insert a great deal on the spur of the moment. It is not comedy. I grow
very much excited when I am speaking."
"Never at any other time?" asked Joe.
"Seldom; why should I? I do not feel other things or situations so
strongly."
"In other words," replied Joe, "it is just as I said; you are generally
very cold."
"I suppose so," John acquiesced, "since you will not allow the occasions
when I am not cold to be counted."
Joe looked down as she stood, and moved her skates slowly on the ice; the
shadows hid her face.


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