"I beg your pardon, Miss Lynde."
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Miles frowned over his pipe,
glancing furtively from time to time
at the provoked Princess. There was
a good deal of color in her cheeks this
morning, and the little droop of the
lips was emphasized; but at the same
time the straight nose looked extremely
haughty and a tiny crease
which was stationed above it, like a
signal indicating stormy weather,
made Miles uneasy. He wished she
wasn't angry with him. Then he wondered
why she was angry. Finally he
decided that she had no reason for
being angry; as he was inexperienced
in such matters, he did not understand
that a woman has the privilege of
being angry without reason. Really,
he told himself, he had done nothing
out of the way; it was quite absurd;
he would put an end to it!
