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He laid his shapely, white old hand upon the woman's shoulder. "Tell me when you want to give it up. I shall be glad." Thus it was arranged. Good Humour gained circulation and of more importance yet advertisements; and Miss Ramsbotham, as she had predicted, the reputation of being one of the best-dressed women in London. Her reason for desiring such reputation Peter Hope had shrewdly guessed.
You would be merely giving it away to some other paper." "Do you know of anyone?" queried Peter. "I was thinking of myself," answered Miss Ramsbotham. "I am sorry," said Peter Hope. "Why?" demanded Miss Ramsbotham. "Don't you think I could do it?" "I think," said Peter, "no one could do it better. I am sorry you should wish to do it that is all."
He did the best thing under the circumstances that he could have done: told Miss Ramsbotham the plain truth, and left the decision in her hands. Miss Ramsbotham acted as anyone who knew her would have foretold.
"The verb 'to be' " "For goodness' sake," suggested Miss Fossett to Tommy, "give that man something to eat or drink. That's the worst of people who take up grammar late in life. Like all converts, they become fanatical." "She's a ripping good sort, is Mary Ramsbotham," exclaimed Grindley junior, printer and publisher of Good Humour.
On being greeted by the graceful lady of the neck and arms, the conviction forced itself upon him that this could be no other than the once Miss Ramsbotham, plain of face and indifferent of dress, whose very appearance he had almost forgotten.
On being greeted gushingly as "Reggie" by the sallow-complexioned, over- dressed young woman he bowed with evident astonishment, and apologised for a memory that, so he assured the lady, had always been to him a source of despair. Of course, he thanked his stars and Miss Ramsbotham that the engagement had never been formal. So far as Mr.
'It would be hard to find the one grain of right on the part of the Ramsbotham cabal. 'Perhaps you would not think so, if you were a boy's mother. 'Oh! cried Isabel, with tears in her eyes, 'if he thought he had been too hasty, he always made such reparation that only cowards could help being touched. I'm sure they deserved it, and much more.
Or even Joe, in spite of his size. But it's her wedding, not ours; and she will never care for anyone else." And Bohemia bought its presents, and had them ready, but never gave them. A few months later Mr. Reginald Peters returned to Canada, a bachelor. Miss Ramsbotham expressed her desire for another private interview with Peter Hope.
"I may as well keep on the Letter to Clorinda," thought Miss Ramsbotham. "I have got into the knack of it. But I will get you to pay me for it in the ordinary way." "I would rather have done so from the beginning," explained Peter. "I know. I could not in conscience, as I told you, take from both sides.
That I can understand; but" Miss Ramsbotham sunk her voice to a more confidential tone "what I cannot understand is that I have never fallen in love with any man, because I like them all." "You have given the explanation yourself," suggested the bosom friend one Susan Fossett, the "Aunt Emma" of The Ladies' Journal, a nice woman, but talkative. "You are too sensible."
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