Midnight by Octavus Roy Cohen
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"Of course not. You'll have to meet her, though. She's a darling!
Naturally, she's all broken up this morning because her wedding date was all set. Now all her plans have gone smash, and she really was _terribly_ fond--" "You say you spent the night with Miss Gresham?" "Certainly, and--" "Where?" "At her house." "And you are sure she was there all night?" "Of course! We slept in the same bed--and that's certainly proof enough, isn't it?" "I suppose so." "You _suppose_? My goodness gracious! Don't you _know_?" "Well--yes. If you're sure--" "Why, my dear Mr. Carroll, we didn't even actually go to bed until a quarter before twelve. At ten o'clock we made some waffles downstairs--Hazel has just bought a perfectly _darling_ aluminum electric waffle-iron. It makes the most toothsome waffles--all crisp and everything. And you know when you use aluminum you don't need any grease, so that makes the waffles much nicer. I'm getting horribly domestic since |
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