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A Marriage Below Zero.
I silently vowed to myself that I would tell no more lies to my hostesses.
"Who's them?" I inquired ungrammatically and peevishly, for I was tired.
"Arthur Ravener and Captain Dillington."
"I don't know," I answered. "Mr. Ravener was away from me before I could make up my mind whether I liked him or not. I forgive him freely."
"Ah!" said Letty, with such detestable unction that, friend though I was, I could have enjoyed boxing her ears, "he doesn't pay you compliments. I expect the amiability was all on your side."
I made no answer, but with a hasty "goodnight," I jumped into the carriage which was awaiting me and was borne homewards.
