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'O, Mr Forsyth,' she cried, when he had done, 'I am--so--sorry! wish
I hadn't laughed at you--only you know you really were so exceedingly
funny. But I wish I hadn't, and I wouldn't either if I had only known.'
And she gave him her hand.
Gideon kept it in his own. 'You do not think the worse of me for this?'
he asked tenderly.
'Because you have been so silly and got into such dreadful trouble? you
poor boy, no!' cried Julia; and, in the warmth of the moment, reached
him her other hand; 'you may count on me,' she added.
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Really?' said Gideon.
Really and really!' replied the girl.
I do then, and I will,' cried the young man. 'I admit the moment is not
well chosen; but I have no friends--to speak of.'
'No more have I,' said Julia. 'But don't you think it's perhaps time you
gave me back my hands?'
'La ci darem la mano,' said the barrister, 'the merest moment more! I
have so few friends,' he added.
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