The Spenders - A Tale of the Third Generation by Harry Leon Wilson
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for what you did that night."
"I'm glad you _are_ able. I was beginning to think I should always have those thanks owing to me." "I might have paid them at the time, but it was all so unexpected and so sudden,--it rattled me, quite." "I thought you were horribly cool-headed." "I wasn't." "Your manner reduced me to a groom who opened your carriage door." "But grooms don't often pick strange ladies up bodily and bear them out of a pandemonium of waltzing cab-horses. I'd never noticed before that cab-horses are so frivolous and hysterical." "And grooms know where to look for their pay." They were interrupting nervously, and bestowing furtive side-looks upon each other. "If I'd not seen you," said the girl, "glanced at you--before--that evening, I shouldn't have remembered so well; doubtless I'd not have recognised you to-day." "I didn't know you did glance at me, and yet I watched you every moment of the evening. You didn't know that, did you?" |
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