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course Harley could not fail to see it--I had taken care to arrange
all that--and equally of course he could not fail to comprehend what
that kiss meant; could not fail to stop short, with a convulsive
effort to control himself--heroes always do that; could not fail
thereby to attract her attention. After this nothing was more
natural than that she should spring to her feet, "the blushes of a
surprised love mantling her cheeks"; it was equally natural that she
should try to run, should slip, have him catch her arm and save her
from falling, and--well, I am not going to tell the whole story. I
have neither the time, the inclination, nor the talent to lay bare to
the world the love-affairs of my friend. Furthermore, having got
them together, I discreetly withdrew, so that even if I were to try
to write up the rest of the courtship, it would merely result in my
telling you how I imagined it progressed, and I fancy my readers are
as well up in matters of that sort as I am. Suffice it to say,
therefore, that in this way I brought Stuart Harley and Marguerite
Andrews together, and that the event justified the means: and that
the other day, when Mr.
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