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No one had ever told Verty that there was the least
impropriety in this proceeding; and now, when he only meant to do what
he had done a thousand times before, he had a door banged in his face,
as if he were a thief with hostile intentions toward the spoons.
For some moments, therefore, as we have said, the young man stood
thunderstruck and motionless. Then, considering the whole affair a
joke, he began to laugh; and essayed to open the door.
In vain. Fanny, possibly foreseeing this, had turned the key.
"Redbud!" said Verty.
"Sir?" said a voice; not Redbud's, however.
"Let me in."
"I shall do nothing of the sort," replied the voice.
"Why?" said Verty, with ready philosophy; "it's nobody but me."
"Hum!" said the voice again, in indignant protest against the force of
any such reasoning.
"You are not Redbud," continued the cavalier; "I want to see Redbud."
"Well, sir,--go down, and Reddy may come and see you," the voice
replied; "as long as you stand there, you will not lay eyes on her--if
you stay a week, or a year.


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