"
"And you certainly never shall," he said, and I could see a look in his
eye as he purposely misconstrued my words, and then he deliberately kissed
me again. Oh, I like it better than anything else in the world! How could
any one keep their head with Robert quite close, making love like that?
"You certainly never--never--shall," he said again, with a kiss between
each word. "I will take care of that. Your time of playing with people is
over, mademoiselle. When you are married to me, I shall fight with any one
who dares to look at you."
"But I shall never be married to you, Robert," I said, though as I could
only be happy for such a few moments I did not think it necessary to move
away out of his arms. How thankful I was to the fog! and no one passing! I
shall always adore fogs.
"Yes, you will," he announced, with perfect certainty, "in about a
fortnight, I should think. I can't and won't have you staying at
Claridge's by yourself. I shall take you back this afternoon to Aunt
Sophia. Only all that we can settle presently; now for the moment I want
you to tell me you love me, and that you are sorry for being such a little
brute all this time."
"I did not know it until just now, but I think--I probably do love
you--Robert," I said.
He was holding my hand in my muff again, the other arm round my waist.
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