A Fool for Love by Francis Lynde
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Virginia sitting opposite to pour his coffee. All the others vanished
to some limbo of their own. The Rajah rubbed his hands delightedly. "We are coming on famously, famously, my deah Virginia. Two weeks gone, heavy snows predicted for the mountain region, and nothing, practically nothing at all, accomplished on the otheh side of the canyon. When you marry, my deah, you shall have a block of C. G. R. preferred stock to keep you in pin-money." "I?" she queried. "But, Uncle Somerville, I don't understand--" The Rajah laughed. "That was a very pretty blush, my deah. Bless your innocent soul, if I were young Misteh Winton, I'm not sure but I should consideh the game well lost." She was gazing at him wide-eyed now, and the blush had left a pallor behind it. "You mean that I--that I--" "I mean that you are a helpeh worth having, Miss Carteret. Anotheh time Misteh Winton won't pay cou't to a cha'ming young girl and try to build a railroad at one and the same moment, I fancy. Hah!" The startled eyes veiled themselves swiftly, and Virginia's voice sank to its softest cadence. |
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