Dolly Dialogues by Anthony Hope
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nice serious conversation--all about Hilary!"
"She is apt, I conceded, "to touch on Hilary. But she is very picturesque." "Oh, yes, she's handsome," said Dolly. There was a pause. Then Dolly said, "Well?" "Well?" said I in return. "It is goodbye?" asked Dolly, drawing down the corners of her mouth. "It comes to this," I remarked. "Supposing I forgive you--" "As if it was my fault?" "And risk Mrs. Hilary's wrath--did you speak?" "No; I laughed, Mr. Carter." "What shall I get out of it?" The sun was shining brightly; it shone on Dolly; she had raised her parasol, but she blinked a little beneath it. She was smiling slightly still, and the dimple stuck to its post--like a sentinel, ready to rouse the rest from their brief repose. Dolly lay back in the victoria, nestling luxuriously against the soft cushions. She turned her eyes for a moment on me. |
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