And had she not already
been confidentially warned that Jeff was to be the forthcoming year's
president?
It was the crowning event in the long dreamed dreams of the two men
whom she frankly admitted to herself were nearest and dearest to her.
Why should she not admit it? Her father? Ah, yes, her father was the
most perfect, kindly, sympathetic father that ever lived. And Jeff? A
warm thrill swept through her heart and set it beating tumultuously.
Jeff was her whole sum and substance of life itself.
Well enough she knew that no other bond than that of friendship existed
between them; that no word had ever passed between them which might not
have passed in the daily intercourse between brother and sister. But
this did not cause her to shrink from the admission. Jeff was her
whole horizon in life. There was no detail of her focus which was not
occupied by the image of the man whom she regarded as the genius of
their fortunes.
There were moments enough when she realized with something akin to
dismay that Jeff and she _were_ friends.
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