Love Me Little, Love Me Long by Charles Reade
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terrible infant, not a horrible one.
"They won't fight and they won't make it up, and they keep nagging," was all could be got out of him. "Come with me, dear," said Lucy, gravely. "Yes," assented the tiger, softly, and went out awestruck, holding her hand, and paddling three steps to each of her serpentine glides. Seated in her own room, tiger at knee, she tried topics of admonition. During these his eyes wandered about the room in search of matter more amusing, so she was obliged to bring up her reserve. "And no young lady will ever marry you." "I don't want them to, cousin; I wouldn't let them; you will marry me, because you promised." "Did I?" "Why, you know you did--upon your honor; and no lady or gentleman ever breaks their word when they say that; you told me so yourself," added he of the inconvenient memory. "Ah! but there is another rule that I forgot to tell you." "What is that?" "That no lady ever marries a gentleman who has a violent temper." |
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