Besides, you set the note of intimacy when you analyzed my
personal appearance. And finally, I have a warm regard for young
Raimonda."
"So have I," she returned maliciously. "Aren't you jealous?"
He laughed.
"Please be a little bit jealous. It would be so flattering."
"Jealousy is another tradition in which I don't believe."
"Then I can't flirt with you at all?" she sighed. "After taking
all this long hot walk to see you!"
PLOP! The sound punctured the silence sharply, though not loudly.
Some large fruit pod bursting on a distant tree might have made
such a report.
"What was that?" asked the girl curiously.
"That? Oh, that was a revolver shot," he remarked.
"Aren't you casual! Do revolver shots mean nothing to you?"
"That one shakes my soul's foundations." His tone by no means
indicated an inner cataclysm. "It may mean that I must excuse
myself and leave. Just a moment, please."
Passing across the line of her vision, he disappeared to the left.
When she next heard his voice, it was almost directly above her.
"No," it said. "There's no hurry. The flag's not up.
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