Sandford said.
"It's too confounded hot!"
"Not for us who are accustomed to the climate," Mrs. Sandford
said, with spirit.
"It's a bore altogether," muttered Preston. "Daisy, are you
going to-night?"
"I suppose so."
"Well, if you must go, you may as well dance with me as with
anybody. So tell anybody else that you are engaged. I will
take care of you."
"Don't you wish to dance with anybody except me?"
"I do not," said Preston slowly. "As I said, it is too hot. I
consider the whole thing a bore."
"You shall not be bored for me," I said. "I refuse to dance
with you. I hope I shall not see you there at all."
"Daisy!"
"Well?"
"Come down and take a little walk with me."
"You said, it is too hot."
"But you will dance?"
"You will not dance."
"I want to speak to you, Daisy."
"You may speak," I said. I did not want to hear him, for there
were no indications of anything agreeable in Preston's manner.
"Daisy!" he said, — "I do not know you."
"You used to know her," said Mrs.
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