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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Small House at Allington"

He had danced with her again and again
at Mrs Dale's party, and had seemed to revert to his old modes of
conversation without difficulty. Bell, therefore, had believed the
matter to be over, and was thankful to her cousin, declaring within
her own bosom that the whole matter should be treated by her as
though it had never happened. To no one,--not even to her mother,
would she tell it. To such reticence she bound herself for his sake,
feeling that he would be best pleased that it should be so. But now
as they rode on together, far in advance of the other couple, he
again returned to the subject.
"Bell," said he, "am I to have any hope?"
"Any hope as to what, Bernard?"
"I hardly know whether a man is bound to take a single answer on such
a subject. But this I know, that if a man's heart is concerned, he is
not very willing to do so."
"When that answer has been given honestly and truly--"
"Oh, no doubt. I don't at all suppose that you were dishonest or
false when you refused to allow me to speak to you."
"But, Bernard, I did not refuse to allow you to speak to me.


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