The Register by William Dean Howells
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you feel certain that they're GOOD, and that if they did hurt you by
laughing at you, they'd look sorry for you afterward. When she walked you saw what an exquisite creature she was. It always made me mad to think I couldn't PAINT her walk." GRINNIDGE: "I suppose you saw a good deal of her walk." RANSOM: "Yes; we were off in the woods and fields half the time together." He takes a turn towards the window. MISS REED, suddenly shutting the register on her side: "Oh!" MISS SPAULDING, looking up from her music: "What is it, Ethel?" MISS REED: "Nothing, nothing; I--I--thought it was getting too warm. Go on, dear; don't let me interrupt you." After a moment of heroic self-denial she softly presses the register open with her foot. RANSOM, coming back to the register: "It all began in that way. I had the good fortune one day to rescue her from a--cow." MISS REED: "Oh, for shame!" MISS SPAULDING, desisting from her piano: "What IS the matter?" MISS REED, clapping the register to: "This ridiculous book! But don't--don't mind me, Nettie." Breathlessly: "Go--go--on!" Miss Spaulding resumes, and again Miss Reed softly presses the register open. |
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