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The Last of Timothy

           

           SoIskulkedneartheshopofthelittlegarments,jeeringatmyself,anditwasstrangetometoreflectat,say,threeo’clockthatifIhadbeenbrazenathalf-pasttwoallwouldnowbeover.

           Toshowwhatwasmystate,takethecaseoftheverygentleman-likemanwhomIdetectedgazingfixedlyatme,orsoIthought,justasIhaddrawnvaliantlynearthedoor.Isaunteredaway,butwhenIreturnedhewasstillthere,whichseemedconclusiveproofthathehadsmokedmypurpose.SternlycontrollingmytemperIbowed,andsaidwithicypoliteness,“Youhavetheadvantageofme,sir.”

           “Ibegyourpardon,”saidhe,andIamnowpersuadedthatmywordsturnedhisattentiontomeforthefirsttime,butatthemomentIwassuresomeimpertinentmeaninglurkedbehindhisanswer.

           “Ihavenotthepleasureofyouracquaintance,”Ibarked.

           “NooneregretsitmorethanIdo,”hereplied,laughing.

           “Imean,sir,”saidI,“thatIshallwaithereuntilyouretire,”andwiththatIputmybacktoashop-window.

           Bythistimehewasgrownangry,andsaidhe,“Ihavenoengagement,”andheputhisbacktotheshop-window.Eachofuswasdoggedlydeterminedtotiretheotherout,andwemusthavelookedridiculous.Wealsofeltit,fortenminutesafterward,ourpassionshavingdiedaway,weshookhandscordiallyandagreedtocallhansoms.

           MustIabandontheenterprise?CertainlyIknewdiversladieswhowouldmakethepurchasesforme,butfirstImustexplain,and,ratherthanexplainithaseverbeenmycustomtodowithout.IwasinthisdespondencywhenasuddenrecollectionofIreneandMrs

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