Dolly Dialogues by Anthony Hope
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"What?" asked Hilary; for I had paused to light a cigarette.
"Uninteresting," said I, getting into my cab. STRANGE, BUT TRUE The other day my young cousin George lunched with me. He is a cheery youth, and a member of the University of Oxford. He refreshes me very much, and I believe that I have the pleasure of affording him some matter for thought. On this occasion, however, he was extremely silent and depressed. I said little, but made an extremely good luncheon. Afterwards we proceeded to take a stroll in the Park. "Sam, old boy," said George suddenly, "I'm the most miserable devil alive." "I don't know what else you expect at your age," I observed, lighting a cigar. He walked on in silence for a few moments. "I say, Sam, old boy, when you were young, were you ever--?" he paused, arranged his neckcloth (it was more like a bed-quilt--oh, the fashion, of course, I know that), and blushed a fine crimson. "Was I ever what, George?" I had the curiosity to ask. "Oh, well, hard hit, you know--a girl, you know." |
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