Американская трагедия

Chapter 11

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           "Oh,don’tyou?"repliedClyde,alittlecrosslyandstillattemptingtoconcealhisrealmoodbyadeceptivesmile."I’veheardaboutyou.Youjolly’emall."

           "Oh,doI?"sherepliedquiteirritably."Well,Ihaven’ttriedtojollyyouverymuch,haveI?"

           "Well,now,don’tgetmad,"hehalfpleadedandhalfscolded,fearing,perhaps,thathehadventuredtoofarandmightloseherentirelynow."Idon’tmeananythingbyit.Youdon’tdenythatyouletalotofthesefellowsmakelovetoyou.Theyseemtolikeyou,anyway."

           "Oh,well,ofcoursetheylikeme,Iguess.Ican’thelpthat,canI?"

           "Well,I’lltellyouonething,"heblurtedboastfullyandpassionately."Icouldspendalotmoreonyouthantheycould.Igotit."Hehadbeenthinkingonlythemomentbeforeoffifty-fivedollarsinbillsthatsnuggledcomfortablyinhispocket.

           "Oh,Idon’tknow,"sheretorted,notalittleintriguedbythiscashoffer,asitwere,andatthesametimenotalittlesetupinhermoodbythefactthatshecouldthusinflamenearlyallyouthsinthisway.Shewasreallyalittlesilly,verylightheaded,whowasinfatuatedbyherowncharmsandlookedineverymirror,admiringhereyes,herhair,herneck,herhands,herfigure,andpractisingapeculiarlyfetchingsmile.

           Atthesametime,shewasnotunaffectedbythefactthatClydewasnotalittleattractivetolookupon,althoughsoverygreen.

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