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It might appear a dereliction of duty--as though I took advantage of
his absence."
"Nobody would think anything so foolish," Damaris declared. "And then you
knew he would be away this week when you made the engagement."
Theresa gulped and prevaricated.
"No, surely not--I must have mistaken the date."
"But you were quite happy at luncheon, and you couldn't have mistaken the
date then," Damaris persisted.
Whereupon poor Theresa lost herself, the worthy and unworthy elements in
her nature alike conspiring to her undoing. In her distraction she
sniffed audibly. A tear ran down either side of her pink shiny nose and
dropped on the folds of shepherd's-plaid silk veiling her plump bosom.
For, with some obscure purpose of living up to her self-imposed
indispensability, Miss Bilson was distinctly dressy at this period,
wearing her best summer gown on every possible occasion and tucking a
bunch of roses or carnations archly in her waist-belt.
"Do you think it kind to insist so much on my passing forgetfulness?" she
quavered.


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