The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon
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"You'll have a bully time!" "It's Sunday," she stammered. "Sure, that's why I asked you." "I don't like to miss my church." "You go to church every Sunday?" he asked in amazement. "Yes." "Well, just this once then. It'll do you good. And I'll drive as careful as a farmer." "All right," she said in low tones, and extended her hand: "Good night----" "Good night, teacher!" he responded with a boyish wave of his slender hand and quickly disappeared in the crowd. She rushed up the stairs, her cheeks aflame, her heart beating a tattoo of foolish joy. She snatched the kitten from sleep and whispered in |
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