Tales for Fifteen, or, Imagination and Heart by James Fenimore Cooper
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"Well, by the imagination then: but it is an
imagination that is purified by sentiment, and"-- "Already rendered partial by the innate evidence of worth," interrupted Charles. Julia had lost herself in the mazes of her own ideas, and changed the subject under a secret suspicion that her companions were amusing themselves at her expense; she, therefore, proceeded directly to urge the request of Anna Miller. "Oh! aunt, now we are on the subject of friends, I wish to request you would authorize me to invite my Anna to pass the next winter with us in Park- Place." "I confess, my love," said Miss Emmerson, glancing her eye at Katherine, "that I had different views for ourselves next winter: has not Miss Miller a married sister living in town?" "Yes, but she has positively refused to ask the dear girl, I know," said Julia. "Anna is not a favourite with her sister." "Very odd that," said the aunt gravely; "there must be a reason for her dislike then: what can be the cause of this unusual distaste for each other?" |
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