" "You mustn't think of that, Mrs. "Hear me," he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. ’ ‘What?’ squeaked Kimble. She could not hide her face. She is very charming, and we all admire her immensely. ‘But how do you come here?’ ‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly. Mrs. You wore a blue dress with your hair unbound, and never had I seen a maid so glorious with eyes so blue or a smile so bright. 132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried.
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