He had set out to win her, and she had let him start. I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve treated me so well. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. ” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. Some shadow of reserve seemed to have crept up between them.
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