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A Marriage Below Zero.
we reached Paris. And then, my dear," faintly "I should not care for my husband to see me—seasick." (That was an inspiration.)
"Well, Elsie, I suppose you know best what you like. It looks queer, though. Honeymoons may not be fashionable in the very, very highest society; but, my dear, you don't belong to the very, very highest society."
"Don't dare to say that to my mother," I cried, "or she would kill you in her frenzied indignation."
I tried to believe that I was satisfied, but I was not. With all my superiority, I was disappointed.
