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"Oh, yes, you will, Katherine; you must."
"I couldn't be so selfish as to leave you here all alone."
"It isn't selfish at all, Katherine. I shall enjoy myself completely
here. I don't really wish to talk to any one, but simply to enjoy my
dream, with just a little fear at the bottom of my heart that I shall
suddenly wake up, rubbing my eyes, in the sewing room."
Katherine pinched her.
"Now are you awake?"
Dorothy smiled, still dreaming.
"Hello!" cried Katherine, with renewed animation, "they've got the
Secretary safe aboard the lugger, and they seem to be clearing the
decks for action. Here is my dear Lieutenant returning; tall even
among tall men. Look at him. He's in a great hurry, yet so polite, and
doesn't want to bump against anybody. And now, Dorothy, don't you be
afraid. I shall prove a perfect model of diffidence. You will be proud
of me when you learn with what timidity I pronounce prunes and prism.
I think I must languish a little at him. I don't know quite how it's
done, but in old English novels the girls always languished, and
perhaps an Englishman expects a little languishment in his. I wonder
if he comes of a noble family. If he doesn't, I don't think I'll
languish very much. Still, what matters the pomp of pageantry and
pride of race-- isn't that the way the poem runs? I love our dear
little Lieutenant for himself alone, and I think I will have just one
dance with him, at least.
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