The Danger Mark by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
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He said gaily: "When a woman becomes accustomed to chasing the family cat out of the parlour with the broom, she misses the sport when the cat migrates permanently." "Have you migrated--permanently? O Duane! I thought you _did_ care for me--in your own careless fashion----" "I do. But I'm not hopelessly enamoured of your broom-stick!" Her laugh was a little less spontaneous, as she answered: "I know I have been rather free with my broom. I'm sorry." "You _have_ made some sweeping charges on that cat!" he said, laughing. "I know I have. That was two months ago. I don't think I am the morally self-satisfied prig I was two months ago.... I'd be easier on anything now, even a cat. But don't think I mean more than I do mean, Duane," she added hastily. "I've missed you a little. I want you to be nice to me.... After all, you're the oldest friend I have except Kathleen." "I'll be as nice as you'll let me," he said. They turned from the driveway and entered a broad wood road. "As nice as you'll let me," he repeated. "I won't let you be sentimental, if that's what you mean," she observed. "Why?" |
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