You kindly sent
me books, some of which were rather realistic."
"Did you read them all?"
"Certainly. It would have been a poor return if I had not."
"What an inordinate sense of duty you must have had!"
"I did not read them from a sense of duty. You have perhaps forgotten
that I am fond of books."
"Not all of the books were novels."
"Many that were not proved the most interesting."
"Oh, indeed; another evidence of change," he said, laughing.
"And of sense, too, I think. Mr. Wayland, who is a student, had a
splendid library, and he gave me some ideas as to reading."
"Can you part with any of them?"
"That depends," she replied, with a manner as brusque as his own.
"On what?"
"The inducements and natural opportunities. I'm not going to recite a
lesson like a schoolgirl."
"One would think you had been to school."
"I have, where much is taught and learned thoroughly."
"Now, that is enigmatical again."
"The best of the books you sent me left some room for the
imagination."
"Ha, ha, ha, Madge! you are scoring points right along. I told you,
Graydon, that you couldn't understand her in a moment or in a week."
"I never regarded your imagination as rampant, Henry.
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