The Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton
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page 94 of 502 (18%)
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He returned her smile while his glance continued to study her humorously. "You didn't betray the fact last night. Miss Spragg." "I was so taken aback. I thought you were out in Alaska somewhere." The young man shaped his lips into the mute whistle by which he habitually vented his surprise. "You DID? Didn't Abner E. Spragg tell you he'd seen me down town?" Undine gave him a startled glance. "Father? Why, have you seen him? He never said a word about it!" Her companion's whistle became audible. "He's running yet!" he said gaily. "I wish I could scare some people as easy as I can your father." The girl hesitated. "I never felt toward you the way father did," she hazarded at length; and he gave her another long look in return. "Well, if they'd left you alone I don't believe you'd ever have acted mean to me," was the conclusion he drew from it. "I didn't mean to, Elmer ... I give you my word--but I was so young ... I didn't know anything...." His eyes had a twinkle of reminiscent pleasantry. "No--I don't suppose it WOULD teach a girl much to be engaged two years to a stiff like Millard Binch; and that was about all that had happened to you before I came along." |
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