Tales for Fifteen, or, Imagination and Heart by James Fenimore Cooper
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"Why! it is not that she will forget me without it,
but that she may have something by her to remind her of me-----" said Julia rapidly, but pausing as the contradiction struck even herself. "I understand you perfectly, my child," interrupted the aunt, "merely as an unnecessary security, you mean." "To make assurance doubly sure," cried Charles Weston with a laugh. "Oh! you laugh, Mr. Weston," said Julia with a little anger; "but I have often said, you were incapable of friendship." "Try me!" exclaimed the youth fervently. "Do not condemn me without a trial." "How can I?" said Julia, laughing in her turn. "You are not a girl." "Can girls then only feel friendship?" inquired Charles, taking the seat which Miss Emmerson had relinquished. "I sometimes think so," said Julia, with her own good-humoured smile. "You are too gross--too envious--in short, you never see such friendships between men as exist between women." |
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