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Reade, Charles, 1814-1884

"White Lies"

"
"I confess it."
"There, he confesses it. I thought so all along; WHAT A DUPE I HAVE
BEEN!"
"I will offend no more," said poor silly Edouard. "Adieu, mademoiselle.
May you find friends as sincere as I am, and more to your taste!"
"Heaven hear your prayers!" replied the malicious thing, casting up her
eyes with a mock tragic air.
Edouard sighed; a chill conviction that she was both heartless and empty
fell on him. He turned away without another word. She called to him
with a sudden airy cheerfulness that made him start. "Stay, monsieur, I
forgot--I have a favor to ask you."
"I wish I could believe that:" and his eyes brightened.
Rose stopped, and began to play with her parasol. "You seem," said
she softly, "to be pretty generous in bestowing your acquaintance on
strangers. I should be glad if I might secure you for a dear friend of
mine, Dr. Aubertin. He will not discredit my recommendation; and he will
not make so many difficulties as we do; shall I tell you why? Because
he is really worth knowing. In short, believe me, it will be a valuable
acquaintance for you--and for him," added she with all the grace of the
De Beaurepaires.


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