The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope
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'How well you dance,' said Sir Felix, as soon as he had breath for speaking. 'Do I?' She spoke with a slightly foreign accent, which gave a little prettiness to her speech. 'I was never told so. But nobody ever told me anything about myself.' 'I should like to tell you everything about yourself, from the beginning to the end.' 'Ah,--but you don't know.' 'I would find out. I think I could make some good guesses. I'll tell you what you would like best in all the world.' 'What is that?' 'Somebody that liked you best in all the world.' 'Ah,--yes; if one knew who?' 'How can you know, Miss Melmotte, but by believing?' 'That is not the way to know. If a girl told me that she liked me better than any other girl, I should not know it, just because she said so. I should have to find it out.' 'And if a gentleman told you so?' |
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