"Georgie"
suppose, confound him, that you are fond of him?"
Her cheeks flamed.
"Am I the sort of girl to promise to marry a man I don't love?" she cried quickly.
"No," said I sadly, "I don't think you are. He is a lucky beggar. Georgie always was the darling of the gods."
"He is the dearest boy in the world," said Drusilla, with an inexplicable sob as I left her, and I had to listen to that, still holding my tongue; still keeping back what I knew.
But after dinner that night I went to look for the young hound, and found him oiling his bat with a light heart. He greeted me with a hearty shout, and I noticed the breadth of his shoulders, and measured his six feet with a disgusted eye.
"A straight nose; an arm like the stump of a tree," I told myself, "and the best bat in the town. I might have guessed. What more can a girl want
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