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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"A Sappho of Green Springs"

I did not understand it then. I
do now--and--thank you."
Her face must have shown that she was conscious that he was still
holding her hand, for he suddenly released it. With a heightened color
and a half girlish naivete, that was the more charming for its contrast
with her tall figure and air of thoroughbred repose, she turned back to
her chair, and lightly motioned him to take the one before her. "I am
here on BUSINESS; otherwise I should not have dared to look in upon you
at all."
She stopped, drew off her gloves with a provoking deliberation, which
was none the less fascinating that it implied a demure consciousness of
inducing some impatience in the breast of her companion, stretched them
out carefully by the fingers, laid them down neatly on the table,
placed her elbows on her knees, slightly clasped her hands together, and
bending forward, lifted her honest, handsome eyes to the man before her.
"Mr. Rushbrook, I have got between four and five hundred thousand
dollars that I have no use for; I can control securities which can be
converted, if necessary, into a hundred thousand more in ten days.


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