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 "No? You may never again," she said. "I have so many things to wear out, you know."

"I like it," he declared, as emphatically as he could, and whisper. "It is just the color of your cheeks, after the wind has been kissing them a while." "Fancy a cowboy saying pretty things like that!" Beatrice's cheeks did not wait for the wind to kiss them pink.

"Ya-as, only fawncy, ye knaw." His eyes were daringly mocking.

"For shame, Mr. Cameron! Sir Redmond would not mimic your speech."

"Good reason why; he couldn't, not if he tried a thousand years."

Beatrice knew this was the truth, so she fell back upon dignity.

"We will not discuss that subject, I think."

"I don't want to, anyway. I know another subject a million times more interesting than Sir Redmond."

"Indeed!" Beatrice's eyebrows were at their highest. "And what is it, then?"

"You!" Keith caught her hand; his eyes compelled her. 107