Infelice by Augusta Jane Evans Wilson
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"Then you must not be annoyed at all." His quick nervous laugh seemed to startle her unpleasantly, for she shrank closer to the balustrade. "How partial you are, preferring Dr. Hargrove already, and flying into his arms at sight! Do you wish to make me jealous?" His eyes gleamed mischievously, and he saw the blood rising in her white cheeks. "Dr. Hargrove opened his arms to me, because he saw how miserable I was." "If I should chance to open mine, do you think that by any accident you would rush into them?" "You know you would never have dreamed of doing such a thing. Are you going away now?" "In a moment. If you get into trouble, or need anything, will you write to me? Remember, I am your mother's friend." "Is not Mr. Hargrove also?" "Certainly." He took her hands, and bending down looked kindly into the delicate lovely face. |
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