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THE BLACK MOTH
“Yes—figuratively—by Jack. I think, perhaps, I shouldn’t like to marry him after all!”
“What has he done?”
“N-nothing. I’m afraid,” polishing one of his buttons with an assiduous finger, “I’m afraid that it was rather my own fault!”
“Oh!”
“Yes—but I only said very little about the Miss Beauleighs, and he suddenly turned into an iceberg and made me feel like a naughty little girl. But he is going to stay, all the same; so kiss me. Miles!”
