The Pit by Frank Norris
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"Where now," he cried, "where was it? Ah, I was a beast; I'm so ashamed." She indicated a spot on her wrist instead of her fingers, and very naturally Landry kissed it again. "How foolish!" she remonstrated. "The idea! As if I wasn't old enough to be--" "You're not so old but what you're going to marry me some day," he declared. "How perfectly silly, Landry!" she retorted. "Aren't you done with my hand yet?" "No, indeed," he cried, his clasp tightening over her fingers. "It's mine. You can't have it till I say--or till you say that--some day--you'll give it to me for good--for better or for worse." "As if you really meant that," she said, willing to prolong the little situation. It was very sweet to have this clean, fine-fibred young boy so earnestly in love with her, very sweet that the lifting of her finger, the mere tremble of her eyelid should so perturb him. "Mean it! Mean it!" he vociferated. "You don't know how much I do mean it. Why, Laura, why--why, I can't think of anything else." "You!" she mocked. "As if I believed that. How many other girls have you said it to this year?" Landry compressed his lips. |
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