"It looks as though, we should go together," he said, pulling her toward him. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. " Her utterance was here choked by sobs. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice. “These are the sort of things that aren’t supposed to happen. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. ‘You have rifled his papers.
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