Lippa by Beatrice Egerton
page 75 of 97 (77%)
page 75 of 97 (77%)
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in the habit of laughing at people, are you? Because if you are I shall
certainly not'-- 'What?' 'Marry you.' 'Will you throw me over a second time; you will soon become expert at it?' 'Jimmy,' cries she, 'how can you talk like that.' 'You suggested it first,' says he. 'I said so conditionally.' 'Yes, and that was that I must not smile at anybody, and suppose I cannot help it, it being my nature to do so?' Miss Seaton looks up at him and says, 'I sha'n't marry you, that's all' 'All,' repeats he, 'it's a good deal, I don't know what you could call more.' Lippa smiles. 'Oh you silly boy,' she says, 'you look as grave as a judge. Mabel, if she happened to come in, would think we had been quarrelling already.' 'Then you intend doing so later on?' queries he. |
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