Parrot & Co. by Harold MacGrath
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moment gone so vigorously discountenanced.
He found her asleep in her chair. The devil which had brought him to her side was thrust back. Why, she was nothing more than a beautiful child! A great yearning to brother her came into his heart. He did not disturb her, but waited until five, that grave and sober hour, when kings and clerks stop work for no logical reason whatever--tea. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her. He rose quickly. "May I get you some tea?" "Thank you." And so the gulf was bridged. When he returned he set the cup and plate of cakes on the arm of her chair. "I was very rude a little while ago. Will you accept my apologies?" "On condition that you will never take your playthings and go home." He laughed engagingly. "You've hit it squarely. It was the act of a petulant child." "It did not sound exactly like a man who had stoked six months from Singapore to the Andaman Islands. But there is one thing I must understand before this acquaintance continues. You said, 'Who knows what manner of man I am?' Have you ever done anything that would conscientiously forbid you to speak to a young unmarried woman?" Take care of herself? He rather believed she could. The bluntness of |
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