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"You are shameless!" he said angrily. "Nonsense! You only say so because I drove your horses," she answered. "Never mind! I will engage not to do so again." "I'll take care of that!" he retorted. "Let me tell you, my dear Cousin, that I should be better pleased if you would refrain from meddling in the affairs of my family!" "Now, that," said Sophy, "I am very glad to know, because if ever I should desire to please you I shall know just how to set about it. I daresay I shan't, but one likes to be prepared for any event, however unlikely." He turned his head to look at her, his eyes narrowed, and their expression was by no means pleasant. "Are you thinking of being so unwise as to cross swords with me?" he demanded. "I shan't pretend to misunderstand you, Cousin, and I will leave you in no doubt of my own meaning! If you imagine that I will ever permit that puppy to marry my sister, you have yet something to learn of me!" "Pooh!" said Sophy. "Mind your horses, Charles, and don't talk fustian to me."
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"Mr. Rivenhall said to Sophy, "If this is your doing--!" "I promise you it is not. If I thought that he had the smallest notion of your hostility, I should say that he had rolled you up, Charles, foot and guns!" He was obliged to laugh. "I doubt if he would have the smallest notion of anything less violent than a blow from a cudgel. How you can tolerate the fellow!" "I told you that I was not at all nice in my ideas. Come, don't let us talk of him! I have sworn an oath to heaven not to quarrel with you today." "You amaze me! Why?" "Don't be such an ape!" she begged. "I want to drive your grays, of course!"
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