The Cords of Vanity 135Yet, the very next day, paradoxically enough, she told me:
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The Cords of Vanity 135
Yet, the very next day, paradoxically enough, she told me:
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"I shall always think of you as a very, very dear friend. But it is quite impossible we should ever be anything else."
"And why, Avis?"
"Because--"
"That"--after an interval--"strikes me as rather a poor reason. So, suppose we say this June?"
Another interval.
"Well, Avis?"
"Dear me, aren't those roses pretty? I wish you would get me one, Mr. Townsend."
"Avis, we are not discussing roses."
"Well, they are pretty."
"Avis!"--reproachfully.
Still another interval.
"I--I hardly know."
"Avis!"--with disappointment.
"I--I believe--"
"Avis!"--very tenderly.
"I--I almost think so,--and the horrid man looks as if he thought so, too!"
There was a fourth interval, during which the girl made a complete and careful survey of her shoes.
Then, all in a breath, "It could not possibly be June, of course, and you must give me until to-morrow to think about November," and a sudden flutter of skirts.
