The Golden Fleece, a romance by Julian Hawthorne
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you have just told me that you love another
woman, and are going to meet her?" Freeman's brows gradually knitted themselves in a frown of apparent perplexity. "I must say I don't understand you," he observed, at length. "I am quite sure I have said nothing of the sort. How could I?" "If you wish to quibble about words, perhaps not. But was not that your meaning?" "No, it wasn't. You are the only woman who has been in my thoughts to-day." "Mr. Freeman!" "Well?" "You have intimated very clearly that you are engaged--married, for aught I know --to a woman whom you are now on your way to meet----" At this point she stopped. Freeman had interrupted her with a shout of laughter. She had been very pale. She now flushed all over her face, and jumped to her feet. |
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