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[Shyly.] Do you know—I've found out. He's not a soldier.

Do you still see him?

Oh, yes.

Often?

Very often. He's asked me

To marry you?

To marry me.

You see—that proves he isn't a soldier. [''There is another pause.'']

[Abashed, yet a bit boastfully.] Do you know what I'm doing—I'm flirting with him.

Flirting?

Yes. He asks me to go to the park—and I say I can't go. Then he coaxes me, and promises me