A Duet : a duologue by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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mischievous smile which was one of her charms.
'Well, sir, do you approve?' 'By Jove, it is splendid--beautiful!' 'So glad! I hoped you would, since you are so fond of greys. Besides, it is cooler in this weather. I hope you have not been waiting.' 'Oh no, that's all right.' 'You looked so solemn when first I saw you.' 'Did I?' 'And then you just jumped.' 'Did I? I'm sorry.' 'Why?' 'I don't know. I like our feelings to be our very very own, and never to show them to any one else at all. I dare say it is absurd, but that is my instinct.' 'Never mind, dear, it wasn't such a big jump as all that. Where are we going?' 'Come here, Maude, into the waiting-room.' |
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