Alice Adams by Booth Tarkington
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"Did he SEE us?" Alice cried. "Did who see us?" "Harvey Malone--in that foreign coupe." "No; he couldn't tell who we were under this top," Walter assured her as he brought the little car to a standstill beside the curbstone, out in the street. "What's it matter if he did, the big fish?" Alice responded with a loud sigh, and sat still. "Well, want to go on back?" Walter inquired. "You bet I'm willing!" "No." "Well, then, what's the matter our drivin' on up to the porte-cochere? There's room for me to park just the other side of it." "No, NO!" "What you expect to do? Sit HERE all night?" "No, leave the car here." "_I_ don't care where we leave it," he said. "Sit still till I |
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