May I know your name?’ The lady eyed him. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things. “Yes. " "How?" exclaimed the other. He seemed to be about to move toward her. "Yes, Auntie! And to date you have cost me precisely sixteen thousand dollars— hard earned, every one of them. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. “And what will Mr. I consented to become Mrs. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood. “I suppose I shall have to write an answer. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire.
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