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 “Yes—figuratively—by Jack. I think, perhaps, I shouldn’t like to marry him after all!”

“What has he done?”

“N-nothing. I’m afraid ,” polishing one of his buttons with an assiduous finger, “I’m afraid that it was rather my own fault!”

“Oh!”

“Yes—but I only said very little about the Miss Beauleighs, and he suddenly turned into an iceberg and made me feel like a naughty little girl. But he is going to stay, all the same; so kiss me. Miles!”