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I want to please you, because I want to win you. There was no doubt at all about his meaning now. The passion with which he spoke brought a blush to the girl's cheek, and she rose hurriedly from her chair. 'Oh, you must not say such things to me, please. 'Why not? Every man has the right to speak when he loves a woman as I love you. Could not you care for me, Gladys?
I felt that this was a subject that I could not discuss with Mr. Hamilton, and yet he seemed to wish me to speak. 'You must give her time to recover herself, I said, rather lamely. 'Gladys is very sensitive; she is more delicately organised than most people; her feelings are unusually deep. She has had a severe shock; it will not be easy to comfort her.
She has known all I suffered on that man's account, and yet she never undeceived me. Can women be so cruel? Why did she not come to me and say frankly, "I have made a mistake; I have unintentionally misled you: it is Lady Betty, not Gladys, who is in love with her cousin"? Good heavens! to leave me in this ignorance, and never to say the word that would put me out of my misery!
"I wish you wouldn't always select that bald spot," he said testily, "I don't want to be everlastingly reminded I'm losing my hair." "Where do you want me to kiss you, then?" Gladys argued, "on the tip of your nose? That's all very well for you, John Martin, but I prefer the top of your head. But the poor dear looks worried, what is it?"
I never know exactly what will please you and what will aggravate you. Upon my word, you have no idea what an amount of power you have in those frail little hands. Gladys smiled and coloured a little. She was not quite insensible to flattery; she was young enough to feel that it was rather pleasant, on the whole, to have so much power over a big handsome fellow like George Fordyce.
Kettering will be there at two." Gladys turned away. "I'd rather not go, if you don't mind," she said uncomfortably. "Not go!" "No I I don't care about motoring. I I've got a headache too." Christine stared at her, then she laughed defiantly. "Oh, very well; please yourself." She went upstairs to dress; she took great pains to make herself look pretty.
You're a good man, whoever you are, for keeping an eye on the house," she said to the puzzled-looking arrester, "but the joke is on you this time. This is my father's house. I'm Gladys Evans. Give him one of my cards out of my purse, Nyoda, so he'll believe it." "I beg your pardon," said the man, convinced that Gladys had a right to enter the Evans's house by the second-story window if she chose.
The lamp had not yet been lit. She heard a voice: "Who's that?" She looked up and saw her mother, a little, slender figure, standing at the turn of the stairs holding in her hand a lighted candle. "It's I, mother, Joan. I've just come from Gladys Sampson's." "Oh! I thought it would be Falk. You didn't pass Falk on your way?" "No, mother dear."
Gladys' head drooped low, and a burning blush overspread her pale face. 'I can't be much more angry with him than I am, but tell you the treuth. Did he want to marry you? 'Yes, sir. 'And you what did you say? 'That I couldn't marry any one in this world, sir. 'What do you mean to wait for, then? 'Nothing, sir, nobody. 'And what did Owen say to that?
I am tired to death, though it was a charming party, certainly a charming party. When Freda reached her room, Gladys was awaiting her there. 'Why did you not go to bed, Gladys? you know I dislike your sitting up so late. 'I could not go to bed, ma'am, feeling that I have offended you, without begging your pardon for having done so. 'Then all you said was an invention.
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