The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens
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made game to be their brothers. It WAS so droll!'
'Did anybody make game to be--' 'To be you? O dear yes!' cries Rosa, laughing with great enjoyment. 'That was the first thing done.' 'I hope she did it pretty well,' says Edwin rather doubtfully. 'O, it was excellent!--I wouldn't dance with you, you know.' Edwin scarcely seems to see the force of this; begs to know if he may take the liberty to ask why? 'Because I was so tired of you,' returns Rosa. But she quickly adds, and pleadingly too, seeing displeasure in his face: 'Dear Eddy, you were just as tired of me, you know.' 'Did I say so, Rosa?' 'Say so! Do you ever say so? No, you only showed it. O, she did it so well!' cries Rosa, in a sudden ecstasy with her counterfeit betrothed. 'It strikes me that she must be a devilish impudent girl,' says Edwin Drood. 'And so, Pussy, you have passed your last birthday in this old house.' 'Ah, yes!' Rosa clasps her hands, looks down with a sigh, and shakes her head. |
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