The Register by William Dean Howells
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HE, hotly: "But I tell you I don't want the MONEY! I never wanted
it, and wouldn't take it on any account." SHE: "Oh! I thought you said you came to get it?" HE: "I said--I didn't say--I meant--that is--ah--I"--He stops, open- mouthed. SHE, quietly: "I could give you part of the money now." HE: "Oh, whatever you like; it's indifferent" - SHE: "Please sit down while I write a receipt." She places herself deliberately at the table, and opens her portfolio. "I will pay you now, Mr. Ransom, for the first six lessons you gave me--the ones before you told me that I could never learn to do anything." HE, sinking mechanically into the chair she indicates: "Oh, just as you like!" He looks up at the ceiling in hopeless bewilderment, while she writes. SHE, blotting the paper: "There! And now let me offer you a little piece of advice, Mr. Ransom, which may be useful to you in taking pupils hereafter." HE, bursting out: "I never take pupils!" SHE: "Never take pupils! I don't understand. You took ME." HE, confusedly: "I took you--yes. You seemed to wish--you seemed-- |
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