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WHY SHE DIDN’T LIKE IT.

‘George!’ It wasn’t what she said so much as the way in which she said it. She took the word and drew it out until it was a long, tremulous filament of sweetness. Yet there was a tinge of reproof in her tone. ‘ George '.’ She only said it once in reality, but it is customary with story-writers to say George twice under these circumstances. ‘ What is it ‘ You have been squeezing my hand with great regularity and emphasis for some time.' ‘ 1 know it, he replied, with the frankness that was characteristic of his manly nature. ‘ Please don’t do it any more,' and her voice dropped almost to a whisper. ‘No more?’ This sounded like heart-throbs of anguish (whatever they are), and his form shook with emotion. ‘ Why not ?' ‘ Because,’ she faltered—- ‘ < <o on.’ ‘ Because, I am getting a sore on my little linger.'

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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 33, 16 August 1890, Page 20

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WHY SHE DIDN’T LIKE IT. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 33, 16 August 1890, Page 20

WHY SHE DIDN’T LIKE IT. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 33, 16 August 1890, Page 20