Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 55: what you’re looking at

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46 THE YOUNG WIDOW. loftily. ‘*How on earth should I know where your sister is, if you do not?”’ Her well-aimed shaft fell unheeded. ‘““We won’t discuss that,’’ remarked Rose, coldly; ‘‘it is sufficient to accept the fact as it is, and it is your duty to give me the information I require.’’ ‘“‘T can do nothing of the sort,’’ replied Dolly, flatly. ‘“You refuse?’’ uttered Rose, steadily. “You are taking an unfair advantage of me,’’ declared Dolly, tapping the floor impatiently with her foot. ‘Indeed Iam not, Mrs. French,’’ said Rose. ‘‘In com- ing to youl have taken the most natural course in the world. I am convinced that you and perhaps you alone can tell me where to find Florence—in fact, you admit as much —and I expect you to do so.”’ Dolly opened her eyes wide; she felt grieved, offended, and possibly a little nettled. ‘You are entirely mistaken, I assure you,’’ she said, in her most dignified tone. Rose smiled with impatience. This woman was as will- ful as a child, and must be treated as such. “You still care for Florence, do you not?’’ she asked, softly. ‘““She was the dearest friend I ever had,’’ responded Dolly. ‘‘You ought to know that.’’ ‘‘Was?’’ repeated Rose, quickly. Dolly saw she had made a false move and flushed slight- ly. The truth is, she was getting nervous. If there was one thing she detested, it was to be catechised. So she took refuge in anger once more. ‘*Ves, was,’’ she pouted. ‘‘She is gone, is she not? Per- Gomichookssco im