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her last dinner alone. Take her to the Swan.’”
“Oh, I am only in my traveling-clothes and the Swan is full of strangers to-night.”
“The Green Dragon, then, near the cathedral. You look dressed for Buckingham Palace.”
She hesitated a moment, and then melted at the eagerness of his wish. “Well, then, if you’ll wait five minutes.”
“Of course; I’ll go along to the corner and whistle a hansom from the stand. Don’t hurry!”
The mental processes of Miss Thomasina Tucker had been very confused during the excitement of the last twenty-four hours.
That she loved Fergus Appleton she was well aware since the arrival of the cablegram calling her back to America. Up to that time she had fenced with her love—parried it, pricked it, thrust it off, drawn it back, telling herself that she had plenty of time to meet the issue if it came. That Fergus Appleton loved her she was also
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