His Own People by Booth Tarkington
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"No, no," she laughed breathlessly.
"Then you'll watch. Promise you'll watch me. I won't let you go till you promise to watch me." "I shall adore it, my frien'!" "Mellin," called Cooley from the other room. "You comin' or not?" "Can't you see me?" answered Mellin hilariously, entering with Madame de Vaurigard, who was rosy with laughter. "Peculiar thing to look at a man and not see him." Candles were lit in many sconces on the walls, and the card-table had been pushed to the centre of the room, little towers of blue, white and scarlet counters arranged upon it in orderly rows like miniature castles. "Now, then," demanded Cooley, "are the ladies goin' to play?" "Never!" cried Madame de Vaurigard. "All right," said the youth cheerfully; "you can look on. Come and sit by me for a mascot." "You'll need a mascot, my boy!" shouted Pedlow. "That's right, though; take her." He pushed a chair close to that in which Cooley had already seated himself, and Madame de Vaurigard dropped into it, laughing. "Mellin, |
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