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Hardcover Told in a French Garden, August, 1914 (Short Story Index Reprint Series) Book

ISBN: 0836933273

ISBN13: 9780836933277

Told in a French Garden, August, 1914 (Short Story Index Reprint Series)

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ...would have seen nothing more remarkable than an extremely pretty young woman conversing quietly with a big fellow in a reefer and long boots--a rig he carried well. "Dora " he said again, and then had to pause to steady his voice. Dora wet her red lips with the pointed tip of her tiny tongue; swallowed nervously once or twice, before she spoke. She was now facing him, and still smiling. He kept his eyes fixed on her face. He did not respond to the smile. His eyes were tragic. He seemed to be seeking something in her face as if he feared her mere words would not help him. "Why, Zeke," she said at last, when she realized that he could not get beyond her name, "I thought you had gone home an hour ago Why didn't you take the 5.15 train?" "I changed my mind To tell you the truth, I heard that you were in town this afternoon. I have been watching for you--for some time." "Well, all I can say is--you are foolish. Where's the good for you fretting yourself so? I can take care of myself." "I can't get used to you being about in the city streets alone." "How absurd " "I have been absurd a great many times of late--in your eyes. Our ideas don't seem to agree any more." "No, Zeke, they don't " "Why speak to me in that tone, Dora? Don't do it " He looked over her head, as if to be sure of his hold on himself. He was ghastly white about his smooth-shaven, thick lips. Both hands were thrust deep into his reefer pockets. "What's come to you, Zeke?" she asked nervously. His was not exactly the face one would see unmoved He answered her without looking at her. It was evident he did not dare just yet. "Nothing much, I reckon. I've been a bit down all day. I really don't know why, myself. I've had a queer presentiment, as if something were going to...

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