Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 95 of 134
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TRTE-A-TETE ON THE VERANDA. 93 * So you'll not return to school again,” said the Don lightly. “Oh, no, indeed. After I have seen all I can of this merry company, I shall go back to dear-Cuba.” “And whose heart will you leave aching here? This young and passionate America does not stint in its admiration of beauty,” he said, softly. “Whose heart? Oh! asthe girls used to say at Madame Zeigler’s, ‘I care for nobody, nobody cares for me.’ ” “Can you say that with truth?” asked the Don, bending more closely to her. “ With as much truth as such questions merit,” she an- swered, unconscious of the rebuke implied, “Oh! I beg your pardon,” he said, haughtily. “Indeed, you have no need to,” she replied, with school- girl archness. “And I will tell you truly, that I have left no aching heart here—that I know of” “Ah! some arrows wound at random,” said the Don, grow- ing more and more sentimental ; “and are none the less fatal because they are shot carelessly.” “You are poetical,” said Dora, mischieyously. “ How can Lhelp it! The moonlight, the music, and you,” he said, expressively. “Before you came I was not inspired.” %OL! Don Johan,” she cried, reprovingly, then hesitated. “ Well!” he said, impatiently. “ How can I help listening to the romantic story that is going — the rounds. Every lady tells it in detail, and I happen to know more than all the rest.”” A short emphatic “ well,” followed. “ Why, the story goes that you are looking for a lost love,” she said, with admirable simplicity. “But I need not speak of what others aay. I have both seen and known her. In- deed, I think her very beautiful, Senor Johan.” The Don was silent a moment. I don’t know but in spite of his admiration, he could have shaken her a little for this untimely piece of gossip. “You aoe of Senora Monserate,” he said, quietly. “Yes, she was very lovely.” “ You thought so ?” “ Of course I did; and you know so.” “I have seen lovelier,” he said, thoughtfully. The little comliclbooks.com