The Angel and the Author, and others by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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They chased him three times round the pond and then, feeling tired,
eased up and took counsel together. "I'm sure he must have seen us," said the younger girl. "What does he mean by it?" "Well, I have not come down here to play forfeits," said the other, "added to which I want my breakfast. You wait here a minute, I'll go and have it out with him." He was standing only a dozen yards away. Alone, though not a good performer on the ice, she contrived to cover half the distance dividing them. The officer, perceiving her, came to her assistance and greeted her with effusion. [The Republican Idea in practice.] "Oh," said the lady, who was feeling indignant, "I thought maybe you had left your glasses at home." "I am sorry," said the officer, "but it is impossible." "What's impossible?" demanded the lady. "That I can be seen speaking to you," declared the officer, "while you are in company with that--that person." "What person?" She thought maybe he was alluding to the lady in the sledge. The chaperon was not showy, but, what is better, she was good. And, anyhow, it was the best the girls had been able to do. |
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