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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886

"Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier"

am, about thirty or thirty-five, I suppose--"
The cup was full.
"Mr. Verty," gasped Miss Sallianna, "you will please to end our
interview at once, sir!--this language, sir, is intolerated, sir!--if
you wish to insult me, sir, you can remain!--I consider your
insinuations, sir, as unworthy of a gentleman. The viper!" cried Miss
Sallianna, becoming hysterical, and addressing her observations to
the ceiling; "the viper which I warmed in my bosom, and who turns and
rents me."
Which was very ungallant in the viper not to say extraordinary, as it
implied that vipers dwelt in houses "to let."
"Who beguiled himself into this resort of innocence, and attacked my
suspicious nature--and now casts reproaches on my station in society
and my youth!"
"Oh, ma'am!" cried Verty.
"Don't speak to me, sir!
"No, ma'am."
"Your very presence is deletrious."
"Oh, Miss Sallianna!"
"Go sir--go!"
"Yes, ma'am--but are you well enough?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Have a glass of water?"
"No, sir!"
"I'm so sorry I said anything to--"
"There is reason, sir.


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