Tales for Fifteen, or, Imagination and Heart by James Fenimore Cooper
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"At least he was candid, and acknowledged his
infirmities," said Miss Emmerson, who had been listening. "I think most men would have done as I did, at so heavy and so sudden a clap of thunder, and so very near too," said Charles, striving to conceal the uneasiness he felt. "When apprehension for Julia must have increased your terror," said the aunt kindly. "Why, no--I rather believe I thought only of myself at the moment," returned Charles; "but then, Julia, you must do me the justice to say, that instantly I thought of the danger of your taking cold and drew you into the house." "Oh! you ran from another clap," said Julia, laughing till her dark eyes flashed with pleasure, and shaking her head until her glossy hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders; "you will never make a hero, Charles." "Do you know any one who would have behaved better, Miss Warren?" said the young man angrily. "Yes--why--I don't know. Yes, I have heard of one, I think," answered Julia, slightly colouring; "but, dear Charles, excuse my laughter," she continued, |
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