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A NIGHT'S ENCHANTMENT
gown. Perhaps we were going after the trunks.
"To think that he would force me into a thing like this!"—vehemently.
"I see that there is nothing left for me to do but to punch his head." I thought I was getting on famously.
She gave me a swift, curious glance.
"Oh, I am brave enough," said I. I wondered if she had noticed that I was a passably good-looking man, as men go.
"What is done is done,"—wearily. "Retrospection will do us no good."
"What do you wish me to do?" I asked presently.
It was like writing a composite novel, no one knowing what the other
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