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"Dear me! " said Stella, wonderingly; "I would never have known you in the world! You've grown so fa -- I mean, you are so well built. I've grown? Nonsense! -- and besides, what did you expect me to do in six years? -- and moreover, it is abominably rude of you to presume to speak of me in that abstracted and figurative manner -- quite as if I were a debt or a taste for drink. It is really only French heels and a pompadour, and, of course, you can't have this dance. It's promised, and I hop, you know, frightfully. Why, naturally, I haven't forgotten -- How could I, when you were the most disagreeable boy I ever knew?"
I ventured a suggestion that caused Stella to turn an attractive pink, and laugh. "No," said she, demurely, "I shall never never sit out another dance with you."