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MY LADY NICOTINE.
"But what does she say about explaining matters to her father?"
"She says she dare not, and as for me, I could not. That was why I telegraphed to you."
"You want me to be intercessor? No, Scrymgeour; your only honorable course is marriage."
"But you must help me. It is all your fault, teaching me to like the Arcadia Mixture."
I thought this so impudent of Scrymgeour that I bade him good-night at once. All the men on the stair are still confident that he would have married her, had the lady not cut the knot by eloping with Scrymgeour's double.
