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Title: The Bramleighs of Bishop's Folly
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Lever, Charles James, 1806-1872
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Publisher: Boston : Little, Brown, and Co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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he house and passed on into the draw-ing-room, and taking his place at one side of the fire, whileshe stood at the other, said seriously, I was wishing, Julia,that you were less of a coquette. You dont mean that? said she, roguishly, droppingher long eyelashes, as she looked down immediately after. I mean it seriously, Julia. It is your one fault; but itis an immense one. My dear Jack, said she, very gravely, you men aresuch churls that you are never grateful for any attempts toplease you except they be limited strictly to yourselves.You would never have dared to call any little devices, bywhich I sought to amuse or interest you, coquetry, so longas they were only employed on your own behalf. My realoffence is that I thought the world consisted of you andsome others. I am not your match in these sort of subtle discussions,said he, bluntly, but I know what I say is fact. That I m a coquette? said she, with so much feignedhorror that Jack could scarcely keep down the temptationto laugh.
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UJMfVERSlTY OF AT THE COTTAGE. 101 Just SO; for the mere pleasure of displaying some graceor some attraction, you d half kill a fellow with jealousy, ordrive him clean mad with uncertainty. You insist on ad-miration — or what you call homage, which I trust is onlya French name for it — and whats the end of it all? Youget plenty of this same homage; but — but — never mind.I suppose I m a fool to talk this way. You re laughing atme besides, all this while. I see it — I see it in your eyes. I wasnt laughing. Jack, I assure you. I was simplythinking that this discovery — I mean of my coquetry —was nt yours at all. Come, be frank and own it. Whotold you I was a coquette. Jack? You regard me as too dull-witted to have found it out,do you ? No, Jack. Too honest-hearted — too unsuspecting, toogenerous, to put an ill construction where a better one woulddo as well. If you mean that there are others who agree with me,you re quite right. And who may they be? asked she, with a qui

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