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’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. 132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica. I’m not that sort I quite agree. Come and have lunch with me. It’s that father of yours you take after, no question. The latch had not fully caught. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest.
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