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Amy’s Valley of Humiliation

           Amyrosetocomplywithoutwardcomposure,butasecretfearoppressedher,forthelimesweigheduponherconscience.

           "Bringwithyouthelimesyouhaveinyourdesk,"wastheunexpectedcommandwhicharrestedherbeforeshegotoutofherseat.

           "Don’ttakeall."whisperedherneighbor,ayoungladyofgreatpresenceofmind.

           AmyhastilyshookouthalfadozenandlaidtherestdownbeforeMr.Davis,feelingthatanymanpossessingahumanheartwouldrelentwhenthatdeliciousperfumemethisnose.Unfortunately,Mr.Davisparticularlydetestedtheodorofthefashionablepickle,anddisgustaddedtohiswrath.

           "Isthatall?"

           "Notquite,"stammeredAmy.

           "Bringtherestimmediately."

           Withadespairingglanceatherset,sheobeyed.

           "Youaresuretherearenomore?"

           "Ineverlie,sir."

           "SoIsee.Nowtakethesedisgustingthingstwobytwo,andthrowthemoutofthewindow."

           Therewasasimultaneoussigh,whichcreatedquitealittlegust,asthelasthopefled,andthetreatwasravishedfromtheirlonginglips.Scarletwithshameandanger,Amywenttoandfrosixdreadfultimes,andaseachdoomedcouple,lookingoh,soplumpandjuicy,fellfromherreluctanthands,ashoutfromthestreetcompletedtheanguishofthegirls,forittoldthemthattheirfeastwasbeingexultedoverbythelittleIrishchildren,whoweretheirswornfoes.Thisthiswastoomuch.AllflashedindignantorappealingglancesattheinexorableDavis,andonepassionatelimeloverburstintotears.

           AsAmyreturnedfromherlasttrip,Mr.

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