An Open-Eyed Conspiracy; an Idyl of Saratoga by William Dean Howells
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this made her doubt me the more.
"Because if you are I shall simply never forgive you. And I'm in earnest this time," she replied. "Why should I want to hoax you about such a vital thing as that. Couldn't Kendricks come to Saratoga as well as we? He's here looking up the ground of a story I should think from what he said." "No matter what he's here for; he's here, and that's enough. I never knew of anything so perfectly providential. Did you TELL him, Basil? Did you dare?" "Tell him what?" "You know; about Miss Gage." "Well, I came very near it. I dangled the fact before his eyes once, but I caught it away again in time. He never saw it. I thought I'd better let you tell him." "Is he coming here to see us?" "He asked if he might." "He's always nice. I don't know that I shall ask him to do anything for them, after all; I'm not sure that she's worth it. I wish some commoner person had happened along. Kendricks is too precious. I shall have to think about it; and don't you tease me, Basil, will you?" |
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