The Register by William Dean Howells
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actually AFRAID of us, Nettie!"
RANSOM: "See her, and go down in the dust." MISS REED: "My very words!" RANSOM: "I have been trying to think what was the very humblest pie I could eat, by way of penance; and it appears to me that I had better begin by saying that I have come to ask her for the money I refused." MISS REED, enraptured: "Oh! doesn't it seem just like--like-- inspiration, Nettie?" MISS SPAULDING: "'Sh! Be quiet, do! You'll frighten them away!" GRINNIDGE: "And then what?" RANSOM: "What then? I don't know what then. But it appears to me that, as a gentleman, I've got nothing to do with the result. All that I've got to do is to submit to my fate, whatever it is." MISS REED, breathlessly: "What princely courage! What delicate magnanimity! Oh, he needn't have the LEAST fear! If I could only tell him that!" GRINNIDGE, after an interval of meditative smoking: "Yes, I guess that's the best thing you can do. It will strike her fancy, if she's an imaginative girl, and she'll think you a fine fellow." |
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