"Say, Miss Nash, I did get you this time." "Oh, don't tell me that my presiding goddessship is over already." "Uh sure! Now I'm going to be a cruel boss." "Dee-lighted! Are you going to be a caveman?" "I'm sorry. I don't quite get you on that." "That's too bad, isn't it. I think I'd rather like to meet a caveman." "Oh say, I know about that caveman Jack London's guys. I'm afraid I ain't one.
Yet his smile, as he considered her, was very sweet, so sweet that her ladyship, guessing nothing of the bitterness it was used to cover, went as near a smirk as it was possible for one so elegant. He was, she judged, another victim ripe for immolation on the altar of her goddessship. And Mr.
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