She went to bathe and dress, wondering how she had happened to succeed with Alan even to the degree she had succeeded; wondering what in her attracted him strongly enough so that he wrote from San Francisco on landing and asked to dine with her on his first night in New York. If she knew that, it would be easier to decide how to proceed. But she could not decide. On the New York express, being propelled through the snowy dusk, through a landscape so pleasantly American, Alan was wondering about that himself. After …
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