i-do-not-know-you-sir

Updated: June 2, 2025

But Miss King's I-do-not-know-you-sir air could not save her; I hadn't schemed like a villain for a week, and ridden twenty-five miles at a good fast clip after a stiff day's work, just to be presented and walk away. I asked her for the next waltz. "The next waltz is promised to Mr. Weaver," she told me freezingly. I asked for the next two-step. "The next two-step is also promised to Mr. Weaver."

B. M. Bower - The Range Dwellers