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"I wish you would n't ask such foolish questions."
"Yes; I know. But do you?"
"I prefer not to answer."
"Huh! That's an answer in itself. You do."
"I don't think you 're very nice tonight," she retorted, a little pout spoiling the bow in her lips. "You 're awfully jealous, and I don't like it."
"Gee! Don't like it! I should think you 'd want me to be jealous. I only wish you was jealous of me. Norah, I 've just got to say it now, an' find out—"
"Yes; tell me," she interrupted eagerly. "What did he do?"
"Who?"
"Mr. Nolan, of course."
"Nolan?" he demanded in surprise.
"Yes, yes; tell me."
"I ain't talkin' about him. I was goin' to tell you something that I 've—"
"That you 've done and now regret? Have
