The door closed softly upon her. I’m sorry to disappoint you. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. You can’t! I tell you frankly you may break off your engagement to me—I shall hold myself still engaged to you, yours just the same. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. But all of that was forgotten.
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