“You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Let us be friends—as near and close as friends can be. Or I should say—’ ‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. F. "Marry, come up! Mightn't he just as reasonably complain of your being a Hanoverian and a Presbyterian? It's all matter of opinion. ” The corners of her mouth rose in a weak smile and she gave him a wink. Rollo began to cavort. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less than his accustomed skill. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard.
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