The Keeper of the Door by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell
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filthy disinfectant that made the bathroom temporarily uninhabitable.
Naturally I lodged a complaint, and finally got at the whole story. By the way, he said I wasn' to tell you; but I told him I probably should. That's only a detail, but I mention it in case you should be tempted to broach the subject to him. I shouldn't advise you to do so, as I think you will probably find him rather touchy about it." "But, Nick!" Olga's eyes had begun to shine. "It was very--fine of him," she said. "I wish I'd known before I was so cross to him. I--I should have made allowances if I had known." "Quite so," said Nick. "Well, you can begin now if you feel so inclined, though I suppose the young man did no more than his duty after all." "Oh, Nick, a man isn't obliged to go so far as that!" she exclaimed reproachfully. "There are plenty who wouldn't." "Doubtless," agreed Nick, looking faintly quizzical. "It was the action of a fool--but a brave fool. We'll grant him that much, shall we?" She laughed a little, her cheek against his shoulder. "Don't poke fun at me! It isn't fair. You know he isn't a fool perfectly well." "By Jove! You are getting magnanimous!" laughed Nick. "No, I'm not. I'm only trying to be fair. One must be that," said Olga, whose honest soul abhorred injustice of any description. "Oh, of course," said Nick. "You'll have to spoil him now to make up for having been so--'horrid,' I think, is the proper term, isn't it? It's |
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