The Register by William Dean Howells
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page 32 of 50 (64%)
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RANSOM: "Yes. But she isn't pensive. She's awfully deep. It makes me shudder to think how deep that girl is. And when I think of my courage in daring to be in love with her--a stupid, straightforward idiot like me--I begin to respect myself in spite of being such an ass. Well, I'm off. If I stay any longer I shall never go." He closes the door after him, and Miss Reed instantly springs to her feet. MISS REED: "Now he'll have to go down to the parlor and send up his name, and that just gives me time to do the necessary prinking. You stay here and receive him, Nettie." MISS SPAULDING: "Never! After what's happened I can never look him in the face again. Oh, how low, and mean, and guilty I feel!" MISS REED, with surprise: "Why, how droll! Now _I_ don't feel the least so." MISS SPAULDING: "Oh, it's very different with YOU. YOU'RE in love with him." MISS REED: "For shame, Nettie! I'm NOT in love with him." MISS SPAULDING: "And you can explain and justify it. But I never can justify it to myself, much less to him. Let me go, Ethel! I shall tell Mrs. McKnight that we must change this room instantly. And just after I'd got it so nearly in order! Go down and receive him in the parlor, Ethel. I CAN'T see him." |
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