Hermione
Instinct! Isn't Instinct wonderful!
And Intuition, too!
You know, I have the most remarkable intuition at times! Have I ever told you that I'm frightfully psychic?
Mr. Finch, the poet—you know Fothergil Finch, don't you?—he writes vers libre and poetry both—Mr. Finch said to me the other evening, "You are extremely psychic!"
"How did you know it?" I asked him.
"Ah!" he said, "how does one know these things?"
And how true that is, when you come to think it over! How does one know?
He has the most magnetic eyes! I could feel them drawing my thoughts from me as we talked.
"You have a Secret," he said.
"Yes," I said. And to myself I added, "Alas!"
"Your Secret is," he said, "that there is a difference between you and other girls."
It was positively uncanny! I've felt that for years! But no one else had ever suspected it before.
"Mr. Finch," I said, "I must have told you that—or else it was just a wild guess. You couldn't have gotten it psychically. How did you know it?"
"One knows these things," he said—a trifle sadly, I thought. "They come to one—out of the
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