`` Go your own gait and dree your own weird . I 'd as soon expect success in trying to storm the citadel single-handed as in trying to turn you from any course about which you had once made up your mind . Whew , this street takes it out of a fellow ! What could have possessed our ancestors to run a town up the side of a hill ? I 'm not so slim and active as I was on MY graduation day ten years ago . By the way , what a lot of co-eds were in your class -- twenty , if I counted right . When I graduated there were only two ladies in our class and they were the pioneers of their sex at Queenslea . They were well past their first youth , very grim and angular and serious ; and they could never have been on speaking terms with a mirror in their best days . But mark you , they were excellent females -- oh , very excellent . Times have changed with a vengeance , judging from the line-up of co-eds to-day . There was one girl there who ca n't be a day over eighteen -- and she looked as if she were made out of gold and roseleaves and dewdrops . '' `` The oracle speaks in poetry , '' laughed Eric . `` That was Florence Percival , who led the class in mathematics , as I 'm a living man . By many she is considered the beauty of her class . I ca n't say that such is my opinion . I do n't greatly care for that blonde , babyish style of loveliness -- I prefer Agnes Campion . Did you notice her -- the tall , dark girl with the ropes of hair and a sort of crimson , velvety bloom on her face , who took honours in philosophy ? '' `` I DID notice her , '' said David emphatically , darting a keen side glance at his friend . `` I noticed her most particularly and critically -- for someone whispered her name behind me and coupled it with the exceedingly interesting information that Miss Campion was supposed to be the future Mrs. Eric Marshall . Whereupon I stared at her with all my eyes . ''
`` There is no truth in that report , '' said XXXXX in a tone of annoyance .
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