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 FLAMING

This time she accepted it.

YOUTH

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“Do you?” she crooned.

Releasing herself she drew him over to the divan, where she snuggled close to him. “I believe you do. It seems so funny. But I don’t see that it makes much difference, your being married.” “This difference ;that it’s all wrong, and unfair to you,

and only means suffering later on.” “That isn’t what I meant.” With lowered face she plucked nervously at his coat sleeve. ‘I mean—suppose you were

free; you wouldn’t

want

to marry

me, would

your”

“Good God, Pat! I want it more than anything else in the world.” “Little Me?” she crowed in delight. “That seems awfully funny. You’re so—so different, and you know so much, and I don’t know anything.” She pondered the matter. “If I was ten years older, or you were ten years younger I think it would be thrilling! But of course there’s nothing in that,” she added briskly. “You’re married and that’s settled. Am I acting like a rotter?” “I am,” he answered hoarsely. “I’m sorry, little PatI’ve been a beast. But I think I’ve got your point of view, now. It’s rather a shock—but there won’t be any more of that kind of love-making from me.” Like a little, lithe tigress she pounced upon him. “There will!” she panted rebelliously. “I want it to be so. I love to have you pet me.” “And I haven’t even the strength to resist that,” he mut-

tered. “I love you so.” ‘Then you must be very nice to me all the rest of the party, and I’ll save out as many dances as I can for you, and you can take me home again to-night. Couldn’t you come back a little while this afternoon, late?”