From Jest to Earnest by Edward Payson Roe
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"Better or worse?" "Better, of course. She was a trifle cruel, though, was she not?" "You have been proving me very tender-hearted." "So every woman should be." "I doubt whether you know much about us." "I cannot imagine a being--not even an angel-more pure, unselfish, and true than my mother; and she is a woman." "Miss Lottie," here broke in De Forrest, "I've played whist to the utmost limit of my conscience. You will not keep me on the rack any longer." "O, no, Cousin Julian," she replied, sotto voce, "only on the sofa with our dear cousin Bel. See, she sits there alone. Good-by," and she swept past, with a malicious twinkle in her eyes at his blank expression. But Bel saw and understood the scene. With a cynical smile she went to the piano, and commenced a brilliant waltz. Under its spell Addie and Mr. Harcourt came whirling up the hall, and Lottie, who had been under restraint so long, could not resist the temptation of letting De Forrest carry her off also. "It's only with my cousin, you know," she whispered apologetically |
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