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“
Dear
me
,
we
’
ve
shocked
the
kind
gentleman
!
”
she
observed
to
an
imaginary
audience
.
“
I
apologize
for
my
language
!
Most
unladylike
,
and
all
that
,
but
Oh
,
Lord
,
there
’
s
reason
enough
for
it
!
Do
you
know
I
’
ve
lost
my
only
sister
?
”
“
Really
?
”
I
said
politely
.
“
How
unfortunate
.
”
“
He
disapproves
!
”
remarked
the
lady
.
“
He
disapproves
utterly
—
of
me
,
and
my
sister
—
which
last
is
unfair
,
because
he
hasn
’
t
seen
her
!
”
I
opened
my
mouth
,
but
she
forestalled
me
.
“
Say
no
more
!
Nobody
loves
me
!
I
shall
go
into
the
garden
and
eat
worms
!
Boohoo
!
I
am
crushed
!
”
She
buried
herself
behind
a
large
comic
French
paper
.
In
a
minute
or
two
I
saw
her
eyes
stealthily
peeping
at
me
over
the
top
.
In
spite
of
myself
I
could
not
help
smiling
,
and
in
a
minute
she
had
tossed
the
paper
aside
,
and
had
burst
into
a
merry
peal
of
laughter
.
“
I
knew
you
weren
’
t
such
a
mutt
as
you
looked
,
”
she
cried
.
Her
laughter
was
so
infectious
that
I
could
not
help
joining
in
,
though
I
hardly
cared
for
the
word
“
mutt
.
”
The
girl
was
certainly
all
that
I
most
disliked
,
but
that
was
no
reason
why
I
should
make
myself
ridiculous
by
my
attitude
.
I
prepared
to
unbend
.
After
all
,
she
was
decidedly
pretty
.
…
“
There
!
Now
we
’
re
friends
!
”
declared
the
minx
.
“
Say
you
’
re
sorry
about
my
sister
—
”
“
I
am
desolated
!
”
