In the bundle of time
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893. Excerpt: ... AN AMATEUR REHEARSAL. It was rather a pleasant room, and decidedly a pleasant morning, and certainly no one should have hesitated to say that the two young people in the room were pleasante...
MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893. Excerpt: ... AN AMATEUR REHEARSAL. It was rather a pleasant room, and decidedly a pleasant morning, and certainly no one should have hesitated to say that the two young people in the room were pleasanter than the room or the morning either. In the first place, Rose West was pretty enough to make a young man lose his head, or an old one his heart; and her cousin, Philip Simpson, had apparently utterly surrendered both. Mistress Rose assumed that all Phil's devotion was simply her right, and took his adoration quite as a matter of course; laughing when he sighed, mocking when he protested, and altogether so quizzing and tormenting him that fifty times a day he was ready to rush away in desperation, vowing never to see her again. Yet always just as the limit of his patience was reached, the arch little coquette would so far relent as to bestow upon her despairing lover some pretty smile, or some trivial gracious word, that cost nothing and meant nothing, but which brought him to her feet again, ten times more enamoured than before. Rose was an elocutionist, and her cousin Phil insisted that the flattery and attention she received had spoiled her. And, in truth, she did receive praise enough to have turned any head not most securely placed upon its supporter's shoulders. How much was for her reading and how much for her beauty it might have been hard to say. Phil protested that it was entirely the latter, but Phil was a prejudiced witness. The poor fellow was so madly jealous of every word she spoke, and of every faintest smile which wreathed her lips, that it drove him nearly wild to think of her bestowing smiles and soft-voiced words upon the public, while he had to content himself with mockery and derisive laughter. Matters were somewhat complicated, too, by the fact t...
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