"Whatever do you mean, Culpepper? I never know when you're in earnest, or not?"
"She thinks she is, ole Miss, that fair young daughter of Shiloh. I don't know just what to think, myself!"
"Are you speaking of Selina, Culpepper?"
"Who else? Ole Miss, I love her so and I want her. Where'd she pick up this whim?"
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES
—Obvious print and punctuation errors fixed.
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