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"Well, do you mean you--you want to
dance with me all the time--all evening?"
"Well, this much of it--evidently!" she laughed.
"Is it because you thought I tried to keep you from getting hurt this
afternoon when we upset?"
She shook her head.
"Was it because you want to even things up for making me angry--I
mean, for hurting my feelings on the way home?"
With her eyes averted--for girls of nineteen can be as shy as boys,
sometimes--she said, "Well--you only got angry because I couldn't
dance the cotillion with you. I--I didn't feel terribly hurt with you
for getting angry about that!"
"Was there any other reason? Did my telling you I liked you have
anything to do with it?"
She looked up gently, and, as George met her eyes, something
exquisitely touching, yet queerly delightful, gave him a catch in the
throat. She looked instantly away, and, turning, ran out from the
palm grove, where they stood, to the dancing-floor.
"Come on!" she cried. "Let's dance!"
He followed her.
"See here--I--I--" he stammered.


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