The Last of the Foresters - Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier by John Esten Cooke
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"La!" said the fair one, inserting the points of her fingers into
Verty's palm, "and Mr. Jinks was talking of me? What did he say, sir,--I suppose it was in town." "No, ma'am," said Verty, "it was at the gate, when I came to see Redbud--the pigeon showed me the way. He said you were something--but I've forgot." "The paragon of beauties and the pearl of loveliness," suggested Mr. Jinks. "I don't think it was that," Verty replied, "but it was something pretty--prettier than what you said just now, when you were courting Miss Sallianna, you know." Mr. Jinks cleared his throat--Miss Sallianna blushed. "Really--" said Mr. Jinks. "What children!" said the lady, with a patronizing air; "Reddy, do you know your lesson?" By which question, Miss Sallianna evidently intended to reduce Miss Redbud to her proper position of child. "Yes, ma'am," said Redbud "and Mrs. Scowley said I might come in here." "With this--young man?" |
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