On Picket Duty, and Other Tales by Louisa May Alcott
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"Well then, No!" "You mean it? Dolly! truly mean it?" "Yes, let me go at once, sir." Mr. Bopp stood up, saying slowly,--"Yes, go now; they told me you had no heart; I beliefe it, and thank you for that No;" then bowed, and walked straight out of the hall, while the pink domino broke into a fit of laughter, saying to herself,-- "I've done it! I've done it! but what a piece of work there'll be to-morrow." "Dick, who was that tall creature Fan was parading with last night? No one knew, and he vanished before the masks were taken off," asked Dolly, as she and her brother lounged in opposite corners of the sofa the morning after the masquerade, "talking it over." "That was old Bopp, Mrs. Peep." "Gracious me! why, he said he wasn't coming." "People sometimes say what they don't mean, as you may have discovered." "But why didn't he come and speak to a body, Dick?" "Better employed, I suppose." |
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