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you’re satisfied with your present status, that settles that. Suppose we talk of something else.” This did not suit Pat at all. She promptly said so. “YT want to talk about me. You almost always do talk to me about myself. I wonder if that’s why I like to be with you more than anyone else,” she concluded with one of her accesses of insight.
“It’s an ESrenely interesting subject. i “Now you’re laughing at me again. And a moment ago you were angry.
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‘A little.” “JY think that’s rotten of you!” she murmured. “I suppose we ought to be going back.” She sighed. “I don’t want to a bit. Can you turn here?” It was a narrow and tricky road. As the car came to a stop after backing she laid her hand on his. “Kiss little Pattie and tell her to be a good child and she'll be awfully good,” she murmured elfishly. Scott completed the turn before he answered: “No, little Pat. No more of that between you and me.” On the return journey she was silent and thoughtful. At the post office in the village she asked to be set down, and, getting out, looked up at him, her eyes limpid with sincerity. “Please, Mr. Scott, keep on liking me,” she said.
awfully good for me,”
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