Original Short Stories — Volume 03 by Guy de Maupassant
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coast, her long curls often hung straight down, as if their springs had
been broken. This had hitherto seldom given her any concern, and she would come to dinner without embarrassment all dishevelled by her sister, the breeze. "But now she would go to her room and arrange the untidy locks, and when I would say, with familiar gallantry, which, however, always offended her: "'You are as beautiful as a star to-day, Miss Harriet,' a blush would immediately rise to her cheeks, the blush of a young girl, of a girl of fifteen. "Then she would suddenly become quite reserved and cease coming to watch me paint. I thought, 'This is only a fit of temper; it will blow over.' But it did not always blow over, and when I spoke to her she would answer me either with affected indifference or with sullen annoyance. "She became by turns rude, impatient and nervous. I never saw her now except at meals, and we spoke but little. I concluded at length that I must have offended her in some way, and, accordingly, I said to her one evening: "'Miss Harriet, why is it that you do not act toward me as formerly? What have I done to displease you? You are causing me much pain!' "She replied in a most comical tone of anger: "'I am just the same with you as formerly. It is not true, not true,' and she ran upstairs and shut herself up in her room. |
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