In a Steamer Chair and Other Stories by Robert Barr
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"And then I suppose in the evening you will be tired of talking with me,
and will want to take up your book again." "Possibly." "And if you are, you won't hesitate a moment about saying so?" "Certainly not." "Well, you are a decidedly frank young lady, Miss Earle; and, after all, I don't know but what I like that sort of thing best. I think if all the world were honest we would all have a better time of it here." "Do you really think so?" "Yes, I do." "You believe in honesty, then?" "Why, certainly. Have you seen anything in my conduct or bearing that would induce you to think that I did not believe in honesty?" "No, I can't say I have. Still, honesty is such a rare quality that a person naturally is surprised when one comes unexpectedly upon it." George Morris found the forenoon rather tedious and lonesome. He sat in the smoking room, and once or twice he ventured near where Miss Earle sat engrossed in her book, in the hope that the volume might have been put aside for the time, and that he would have some excuse for sitting down and talking with her. Once as he passed she looked up with a bright smile and nodded to him. |
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