She had never before heard the noise of firecrackers, and in the beginning the sputtering racket caused her to wince. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair. Celeste introduced him to me—oh, how Celeste hated me! She must have known. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. It’s for you to say if I may sit on it. The knowledge breathed into her heart a satisfying warmth. ” “Don’t tempt me,” she said, laughing, and drawing her opera-cloak together.
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