Democracy, an American novel by Henry Adams
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When they went away, they unanimously asked me to stay with
them when I visited Yahoo city." "You will not want guests if you always do that." "I don't know. I think it was pure ignorance on their part. They knew no better, and they seemed modest enough. My only complaint was that I could get nothing out of them. I wonder whether their wives would have been more amusing." "Would they be so in England, Lord Skye?" He looked down at her with half-shut eyes, and drawled: "You know my countrywomen?" "Hardly at all." "Then let us discuss some less serious subject." "Willingly. I have waited for you to explain to me why you have to-night an expression of such melancholy." "Is that quite friendly, Mrs. Lee? Do I really look melancholy?" "Unutterably, as I feel. I am consumed with curiosity to know the reason." The British minister coolly took a complete survey of the whole room, ending with a prolonged stare at the President and his wife, who were still mechanically shaking hands; then he looked back |
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