Cashel Byron's Profession by George Bernard Shaw
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in a fit of noiseless laughter. The effect, in contrast to her
habitual self-possession, was so strange that Alice almost forgot to be offended. "I am glad to see that it is not hard to amuse you," she said. Lydia waited to recover herself thoroughly, and then replied, "I have not laughed so three times in my life. Now, Alice, put aside your resentment of our neighbor's impudence for the moment, and tell me what you think of him." "I have not thought about him at all, I assure you," said Alice, disdainfully. "Then think about him for a moment to oblige me, and let me know the result." "Really, you have had much more opportunity of judging than I. _I_ have hardly spoken to him." Lydia rose patiently and went to the bookcase. "You have a cousin at one of the universities, have you not?" she said, seeking along the shelf for a volume. "Yes," replied Alice, speaking very sweetly to atone for her want of amiability on the previous subject. "Then perhaps you know something of university slang?" "I never allow him to talk slang to me," said Alice, quickly. |
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