Tales from Two Hemispheres by Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen
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He offered her his arm, and she arose,
somewhat hesitatingly, and followed. "I am afraid," she whispered, as they fell into line with the procession that was moving down the long hall, "that you have asked me to dance merely because I said I felt forlorn. If that is the case, I should prefer to be led back to my seat." "What a base imputation!" cried Ralph. There was something so charmingly na this self-depreciation--something so altogether novel in his experience, and, he could not help adding, just a little bit countrified. His spirits rose; he began to relish keenly his position as an experienced man of the world, and, in the agreeable glow of patronage and conscious superiority, chatted with hearty ABANDON with his little rustic beauty. "If your dancing is as perfect as your German exercises were," said she, laughing, as they swung out upon the floor, "then I promise myself a good deal of pleasure from our meeting." "Never fear," answered he, quickly reversing his step, and whirling with many a capricious turn away among the thronging couples. |
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