The Imaginary Marriage by Henry St. John Cooper
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"I am afraid I have been a long time, Joan," she began. Hugh turned to her eagerly. "Mrs.--Everard," he said, "I have been trying to induce Miss Meredyth to come and have lunch with me." "Oh!" Joan cried. The word lunch had never passed his lips till now, and she looked at him angrily. "I suggest Prince's," he said. "Let's get a taxi and go there now." "Thank you, I do not require any lunch," Joan said. "But I do, my dear. I am simply famished," said Helen. It was like a base betrayal, but she felt that she must help this good-looking young man who looked at her so pleadingly. "And it is always so much nicer to have a gentleman escort, isn't it?" "You can't refuse now, Joan," Hugh said. Joan! The name suggested to Helen that Joan had not spoken quite the truth when she had told General Bartholomew that she and this man were practically strangers. A strange man does not usually call a young girl by her Christian name. "As you like," Joan said indifferently. She looked at Hugh resentfully. |
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