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“
That
’
s
a
good
boy
!
”
“
Let
me
finish
.
I
was
going
to
add
that
,
although
I
am
desolated
,
I
can
manage
to
put
up
with
her
absence
very
well
.
”
I
made
a
little
bow
.
But
this
most
unaccountable
of
damsels
frowned
and
shook
her
head
.
“
Cut
it
out
.
I
prefer
the
‘
dignified
disapproval
’
stunt
.
Oh
,
your
face
!
‘
Not
one
of
us
,
’
it
said
.
And
you
were
right
there
—
though
,
mind
you
,
it
’
s
pretty
hard
to
tell
nowadays
.
It
’
s
not
every
one
who
can
distinguish
between
a
demi
and
a
duchess
.
There
now
,
I
believe
I
’
ve
shocked
you
again
!
You
’
ve
been
dug
out
of
the
backwoods
,
you
have
.
Not
that
I
mind
that
.
We
could
do
with
a
few
more
of
your
sort
.
I
just
hate
a
fellow
who
gets
fresh
.
It
makes
me
mad
.
”
She
shook
her
head
vigorously
.
“
What
are
you
like
when
you
’
re
mad
?
”
I
inquired
with
a
smile
.
“
A
regular
little
devil
!
Don
’
t
care
what
I
say
,
or
what
I
do
,
either
!
I
nearly
did
a
chap
in
once
.
Yes
,
really
.
He
’
d
have
deserved
it
too
.
Italian
blood
I
’
ve
got
.
I
shall
get
into
trouble
one
of
these
days
.
”
“
Well
,
”
I
begged
,
“
don
’
t
get
mad
with
me
.
”
“
I
shan
’
t
.
I
like
you
—
did
the
first
moment
I
set
eyes
on
you
.
But
you
looked
so
disapproving
that
I
never
thought
we
should
make
friends
.
”
