When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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don't think Betty Mercer took those things?"
"No," she said grimly; "I think I probably got up in my sleep and lighted the fire with them, or sent em out for a walk." Then she stuffed the bag away and sat up resolutely in bed. "Have you made up?" she demanded, looking from one to the other of us. "Bella, don't tell me you still persist in that nonsense." "What nonsense?" I asked, getting ready to run. "That you do not love him." "Him?" "James," she snapped irritably. "Do you suppose I mean the policeman?" I looked over at Jimmy. She had got me by the hand, and Jimmy was making frantic gestures to tell her the whole thing and be done with it. But I had gone too far. The mill of the gods had crushed me already, and I didn't propose to be drawn out hideously mangled and held up as an example for the next two or three weeks, although it was clear enough that Aunt Selina disapproved of me thoroughly, and would have been glad enough to find that no tie save the board of health held us together. And then Bella came in, and you wouldn't have known her. She had put on a straight white woolen wrapper, and she had her hair in two long braids down her back. She looked like a nice, wide-eyed little girl in her teens, and she had some lobster salad and a glass of |
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