The Reverberator by Henry James
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"Well, he is, when we carry out our plans."
"And what are they--your plans?" asked the young man. "Oh I never tell them." "How then does he know whether you carry them out?" "Well, I guess he'd know it if we didn't," said the girl. "I remember how secretive you were last year. You kept everything to yourself." "Well, I know what I want," the young lady pursued. He watched her button one of her gloves deftly, using a hairpin released from some mysterious office under her bonnet. There was a moment's silence, after which they looked up at each other. "I've an idea you don't want me," said George Flack. "Oh yes, I do--as a friend." "Of all the mean ways of trying to get rid of a man that's the meanest!" he rang out. "Where's the meanness when I suppose you're not so ridiculous as to wish to be anything more!" "More to your sister, do you mean--or to yourself?" |
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