Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 821
can it be, do you think ?I knew how much sheneeded rest, so I slipped away down-stairs. FirstI tried to read a musty old book in that mustyshabby old parlor, but I could nt, I was toohomesick: so I sat dismally picking out a tuneon the wretched old tin-pan of a piano, whenthere was a sudden peal of… … T S FOR YOU, HE SAID, AND HE PUT THE ROSE IN MY HAND. Just then mother came down. He had come,it seems, to tell her he had arranged for hermeeting with the governor; and glib enough hewas with her, never vouchsafing me another worduntil just before he left, when suddenly he askedme if I liked…
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