The Goddess Girl
Face the thing like a man. You can't avoid the girl, but you can at least refrain from making love to her."
Georgie grunted. "It's not so jolly easy as you seem to think," said he. I laughed.
"You wait," said I cheerfully. "There's many a slip—you know."
"But not," said Georgie, shaking his head sadly, "when Anne holds the cup!" And, indeed, from my own private opinion of Drusilla's sister, I felt that he had good grounds for his despair.
Our own wedding day came very soon, and I was married in her father's church to a wonderful white Drusilla, radiant with a new and delicate loveliness. The old rectory, transformed for the occasion by the fairy godmother aunt and Georgie's delightful mother, held a reception on its weedy lawn in the afternoon, and by my side a pink-cheeked little wife received many congratulations. Then I remembered something I had to do before I took her away, and I wondered how I was to manage that parting interview with Anne,
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