Captivating Mary Carstairs by Henry Sydnor Harrison
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it ever since I arrived, and I've gotten rather to like it. But I'm
awfully afraid it's a wild goose chase." Crack! Crack! went the mysteriously stirring woodwork, for all the world like a living thing; and the lady again said "Oh!" And after that she said: "You are not--in this room, are you?" "I'm sitting quietly on the steps digging around for matches," he said. "Would you prefer to have me come in there?" "Would you mind--? Not that I'm in the least frightened, but--" "It will give me great pleasure to come--faithfully searching my pockets as I grope forward. Thus," he said, laughing, "I must grope only with my head and feet, which is a slightly dangerous thing to do. Ouch! Where are you, please?" "Here." "'Here' is not very definite, you know. I have nothing to steer by but my ear. Would you mind talking a good deal for a while?" "It is not often," she said, with further signs of a thawing in her manner, "that a woman gets an invitation like that." "Opportunity knocks at your door, golden, novel, and unique." "The luck of it is that I can't think of anything to say. Would you care to have me hum something?" |
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