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"One of these days," I returned, with equal solemnity, "I hope for the
privilege of hearing some of your reminiscences. They would no doubt be
interesting."
On the way back Lola thanked me for pretending to take the little man
seriously, and not laughing at him.
"If I hadn't," said I, "he would have stuck his knife into me."
She shook her head. "You did it naturally. I was watching you. It is
because you are a generous-hearted gentleman."
Said I: "If you talk like that I'll get out and walk."
And, indeed, what right had she to characterise the moral condition
of my heart? I asked her. She laughed her low, lazy laugh, but made no
reply. Presently she said:
"Why didn't you like my making friends with the cat?"
"How do you know I didn't like it?" I asked.
"I felt it."
"You mustn't feel things like that," I remarked. "It isn't good for
you."
She insisted on my telling her. I explained as well as I could. She
touched the sleeve of my coat with her gloved hand.
"I'm glad, because it shows you take an interest in me.


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