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The Aristocracy of pull
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Helookedstraightatherforthefirsttime,hiseyesnarrowed,hisfacerelaxedtothesamehalf-smileashers,suggestingtheexpressionwhich,forbothofthem,meantthattheyfeltathomewitheachother:anexpressionofcontempt."YouknowthatIhavealwaysadmiredyou,Lillian,asoneofthetrulysuperiorwomen."
"I’mawareofit."Therewasthefaintestcoatingofmockeryspread,likeshellac,overthesmoothnotesofhervoice.
Hewasstudyingherinsolently."YoumustforgivemeifIthinkthatsomecuriosityispermissiblebetweenfriends,"hesaid,withnotoneofapology."I’mwonderingfromwhatangleyoucontemplatethepossibilityofcertainfinancialburdens—orlosses—whichaffectyourownpersonalinterests."
Sheshrugged."Fromtheangleofahorsewoman,darling.Ifyouhadthemostpowerfulhorseintheworld,youwouldkeepitbridleddowntothegaitrequiredtocarryyouincomfort,eventhoughthismeantthesacrificeofitsfullcapacity,eventhoughitstopspeedwouldneverbeseenanditsgreatpowerwouldbewasted.Youwoulddoit—becauseifyouletthehorsegofullblast,itwouldthrowyouoffinnotime...However,financialaspectsarenotmychiefconcern—noryours,Jim."
"Ididunderestimateyou,"hesaidslowly.
"Oh,well,that’sanerrorI’mwillingtohelpyoucorrect.Iknowthesortofproblemhepresentstoyou.