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She and I, Volume 2

CHAPTER SIX
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These, the veteran wooer attempts to carry by storm at once, seeing through their utter transparency:--to the unpractised Damon, however, they assume the proportions of an organised defence.
Look at my case, for instance:--I had hardly managed to manoeuvre Min into my selected corner, and to say two words on the subject that occupied all my thoughts; when, she, who had previously condoled with me on the "horrid crowd" that prevented our having "a nice chat" together, as "we used to have last year," and joined in abusing "that wretched quadrille," which had interfered so sadly with our talking, now tried to baulk my purpose of an explanation by every means in her power.
Ladies having generally ample resources to suit such ends, it was almost useless for me to combat her obvious resolve.
The moment I sat down beside her, what does she do, but, ask me to get her an ice--it was "_so_ hot!" Of course, I started off to procure it, our conversation being stopped meanwhile; but then, when I had scrambled through the crowd in the doorway, making ninepins of all the male wallflowers; had rudely jostled the peripatetics on the staircase; and, literally, fought my way into the supper-room and back to her again with the desired dainty--what do you think was my reward?
I assure you, there was the identical, horrible person, with sandy hair and sallow, elongated features--whom I had before routed in the matter of Min's dancing with him,--seated in my chair, chattering away at a fine rate to my darling; and, she ?-- Was listening to his sallies with apparent contentment.
It was, enough to have caused a Puritan to swear! She saw that I was annoyed; but, she thanked me so prettily for her ice, that my anger towards her was instantly appeased:--not so, however, toward the interloper! I gnawed, in impotent fury, the attenuated ends of the small fragment of a moustache which nature had allotted to me, and talked at him and over him, so pointedly, that he had to beat a retreat and claim some other partner for the ensuing waltz.
We were again left alone; but, Min, still, wouldn't listen to me a moment! "Oh, Frank!" she said.

"This is _our_ dance, I think, is it not?
We have sat out _such_ a time! Do let us begin." I liked dancing, but wanted to speak more; so, I got angry again.
"You are cruel to me, Min,"-- I said.--"You _know_ that I wish to speak to you seriously, and you won't let me have a chance.

You can joke and laugh, while I'm breaking, my heart! I will leave you"-- and, I walked away from her out of the room and down the staircase--very proudly, very defiantly, very miserably.
On my way I met, or rather encountered, our sandy friend who had spoilt my interview.

There was a heavy crush on the stairs; and so, somebody else having shoved against me, I revenged myself on this gentleman, giving him such a malicious dig in the ribs from my elbow as elicited a deep sighing groan.

This was some slight satisfaction to me.


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