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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"Longears," he said, "I'm surprised at you--and here, too, where you should conduct yourself better than usual!" Miss Sallianna was about to say something, when a bell was heard to ring. "Oh!" said Redbud, "there's school. Playtime's over." "Over?" said Verty, with an exhibition of decided ill-humor. "Yes, sir," said Miss Sallianna, "and my young pupil must now return to her studies. Mr. Jinks--" And the lady threw a languishing glance on her cavalier. "You will come soon again, and continue our discussion--of--of--the beauties of nature? We are very lonely here." "Will I come?" cried the enthusiastic Jinks; and having thus displayed, by the tone in which his words were uttered, the depth of his devotion, the grasshopper gentleman gallantly pressed the hand held out to him, and, with a lofty look, made his exit out of the garden. Verty followed. But first he said to Redbud, smiling: "I'm going to see Miss Lavinia this very day, to ask her to let me come to see you. You know I must come to see you, Redbud. I don't know why, but I must." |
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