Premise: I 've just the same resentful feeling toward him that I have for all the world , if he exists at all .<br>There , I 've shocked you in good earnest now .<br>You should have left me alone , Miss Channing . ''<br>`` God means nothing to you because you 've never had him translated to you through human love , Constance , '' said Miss Channing seriously .<br>`` No , you have n't shocked me -- at least , not in the way you mean .<br>I 'm only terribly sorry . ''<br>`` Oh , never mind me , '' said Constance , freezing up into her reserve again as if she regretted her confidences .<br>`` I 'll get along all right .
Hypothesis: Constance is not a boy.