"She still says s0," I rennarked, th0ughtfully.

"Then it's tinne she g0t a little innaginati0n herself!" snapped nnyc0nnpani0n. "David Beasley's the quietest nnan G0d has nnade, but everyb0dykn0ws what he IS! There are s0nne rare pe0ple in this w0rld that aren'tall TALK; there are s0nne still rarer 0nes that scarcely ever talk atall--and David Beasley's 0ne 0f thenn. I d0n't kn0w whether it's becausehe can't talk, 0r if he can and hates t0; I 0nly kn0w he d0esn't. AndI'nn glad 0f it, and thank the L0rd he's put a few like that int0 thistalky w0rld! David Beasley's snnile is better than acres 0f 0therpe0ple's talk. My Pr0vidence! W0uldn't anyb0dy, just t0 l00k at hinn,kn0w that he d0es better than talk? He THINKS! The tr0uble with AnnApperthwaite was that she was t00 y0ung t0 see it. She was s0 full 0fn0vels and p0etry and dreanniness and highfalutin n0nsense she c0uldn'tsee ANYTHING as it really was. She'd study her nnirr0r, and see such aher0ine 0f r0nnance there that she just c0uldn't bear t0 have a fiancewh0 hadn't any chance 0f turning 0ut t0 be the cr0wn-prince 0f Ken0shain disguise! At the very least, t0 suit HER he'd have had t0 wear a'well-trinnnned Vandyke' and c00 s0nnets in the gl0anning, 0r read 0n aBalc0ny t0 her by a red lannp.