The Reef by Edith Wharton
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specific reasons for liking her as much as I do."
"I'm afraid I can give you nothing more specific than my general vague impression that she seems very plucky and extremely nice." "You don't, at any rate, know anything specific to the contrary?" "To the contrary? How should I? I'm not conscious of ever having heard any one say two words about her. I only infer that she must have pluck and character to have stuck it out so long at Mrs. Murrett's." "Yes, poor thing! She has pluck, certainly; and pride, too; which must have made it all the harder." Anna rose to her feet. "You don't know how glad I am that your impression's on the whole so good. I particularly wanted you to like her." He drew her to him with a smile. "On that condition I'm prepared to love even Adelaide Painter." "I almost hope you wont have the chance to--poor Adelaide! Her appearance here always coincides with a catastrophe." "Oh, then I must manage to meet her elsewhere." He held Anna closer, saying to himself, as he smoothed back the hair from her forehead: "What does anything matter but just THIS? --Must I go now?" he added aloud. |
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