Manalive by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
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the most infantile astonishment.
"Well, here's a fine game!" she said, panting. "What am I to do now, I wonder? I've wired for Dr. Warner; that's all I can think of doing." "What is the matter?" asked Diana, rather sharply, but moving forward like one used to be called upon for assistance. "It's Mary," said the heiress, "my companion Mary Gray: that cracked friend of yours called Smith has proposed to her in the garden, after ten hours' acquaintance, and he wants to go off with her now for a special licence." Arthur Inglewood walked to the open French windows and looked out on the garden, still golden with evening light. Nothing moved there but a bird or two hopping and twittering; but beyond the hedge and railings, in the road outside the garden gate, a hansom cab was waiting, with the yellow Gladstone bag on top of it. Chapter IV The Garden of the God Diana Duke seemed inexplicably irritated at the abrupt entrance and utterance of the other girl. |
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