Bertram Cope's Year by Henry Blake Fuller
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others. Entertainment, in fact, was the one object of the establishment.
"Well, can't you entertain me yourself?" "Perhaps I can." And it almost seemed as if he had been secured and isolated for the express purpose of undergoing a particular course of treatment. "----in the interval," she amended. "They'll be back by sunset. They're clever girls and I know you'll enjoy them." She uttered this belief emphatically--so emphatically, in truth, that it came to mean: "I wonder if you will indeed." And there was even an overtone: "After all, it's not the least necessary that you should." "I suppose I have met one of them already." "You have met Amy. But there are Hortense and Carolyn." "What can they all be?" He wondered to himself: "daughters, nieces, cousins, co-eds, boarders...?" "Amy plays. Hortense paints. Carolyn is a poet." "Amy plays? Pardon me for calling her Amy, but you have never given me the rest of her name." "I certainly presented you." "To 'Amy'." |
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