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 “What the eye doesn’t see the heart doesn’t grieve for,” he smiled.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“You’re despicable.”

“I’m human. I don’t know why you should think me such a cad because I fell head over ears in love with you. I didn’t want to, you know.”

It gave her a little twist of the to hear him say that.

“I was fair game,” she answered

“Naturally I couldn’t foresee that we were going to get into such a devil of a scrape.”

“And in any case you had a pretty shrewd idea that if any one suffered it wouldn’t be you.”

“I think that’s a bit thick. After all, now it’s all over, you must see I acted for the best for both of us. You lost your head and you ought to be jolly glad that I kept mine. Do you think it would have been a success if I’d done what you wanted me to? We were dashed uncomfortable in the frying-pan, but we should have been a damned sight worse off in the fire. And you haven’t come to any harm. Why can’t we kiss and make friends?”

She almost laughed.

“You can hardly expect me to forget that you sent me to almost certain death without a shadow of compunction?”

“Oh, what nonsense! I told you there was no risk if you took reasonable precautions. Do you think I’d have let you go for a moment if I hadn’t been perfectly convinced of that?”

“You were convinced because you wanted to be.