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’
Me
!
Whatever
for
!
See
me
!
’
’
Why
yes
,
Clifford
.
You
can
’
t
be
so
adored
without
making
some
slight
return
.
Saint
George
of
Cappadocia
was
nothing
to
you
,
in
her
eyes
.
’
’
And
do
you
think
she
’
ll
come
?
’
’
Oh
,
she
blushed
!
and
looked
quite
beautiful
for
a
moment
,
poor
thing
!
Why
don
’
t
men
marry
the
women
who
would
really
adore
them
?
’
’
The
women
start
adoring
too
late
.
But
did
she
say
she
’
d
come
?
’
’
Oh
!
’
Connie
imitated
the
breathless
Miss
Bentley
,
’
your
Ladyship
,
if
ever
I
should
dare
to
presume
!
’
’
Dare
to
presume
!
how
absurd
!
But
I
hope
to
God
she
won
’
t
turn
up
.
And
how
was
her
tea
?
’
’
Oh
,
Lipton
’
s
and
very
strong
.
But
Clifford
,
do
you
realize
you
are
the
roman
de
la
rose
of
Miss
Bentley
and
lots
like
her
?
’
’
I
’
m
not
flattered
,
even
then
.
’
’
They
treasure
up
every
one
of
your
pictures
in
the
illustrated
papers
,
and
probably
pray
for
you
every
night
.
It
’
s
rather
wonderful
.
’
