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Kilpatrick, Florence A. (Florence Antoinette), 1888-

"Our Elizabeth A Humour Novel"

'Stop, Henry!' he exclaimed, 'You have no right to suggest
such a thing. If I took a gentle unsuspecting woman unawares, then I
am willing to stand by the consequences of my rash act. Never for one
moment, I can assure you, did such a thought enter Mrs. Warrington's
head. She was wholly unprepared----'
'I'm not so sure of that,' put in Marion, with a sniff.
I began to feel somewhat of a martyr. 'Yes, it _was_ rather a
surprise,' I remarked.
'Only a moment before,' continued William, 'Mrs. Warrington had said to
me, "If you do kiss me, I shall never forgive you!"' Oh, clumsy,
clumsy William!
'Then you had been discussing it,' commented Marion, who seemed
unusually chilly about the innocent affair.
'Well, I'm hungry, so let's have dinner now,' suggested Henry, 'and we
can settle the discussion afterwards.'
But William strode to the door. 'No, no, Henry, I cannot break bread
in your house again after this distressing incident. I have imposed on
your kindness and good faith, disturbed your trust in me----'
'Well, I forgive you this time if you promise never to bestow any of
those, what d'ye call 'em--labial salutes on Netta again. Now let's
have dinner.'
'No, no, old man, you may forgive me, but I shall never forgive myself.'
Henry began to look irritated. 'For Heaven's sake, Netta, tell him the
truth and admit it was your fault, or we shall never get anything to
eat to-night.


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