he was conscious of a strange absence of conviction, as he asked abruptly: "Dorothy, whom are you going to marry?"
So he had heard that foolish gossip, and that was why there was that look in his face!
She was too generous to think of herself, too sure, indeed, of him and of herself, to weigh her words. With the little, half-defiant toss of the head he knew so well, yet gathering up the reins as if for instant flight, she said:
"I should think that was for you to say, Harry!"
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