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going to turn out, can one?” he observed with a fine air of judicial detachment. “Shall I have my lawyer draw the agreement?” “Cary; you’re laughing at me,” she accused. “Far
be it from
me,
in a matter
of such
serious
import
“You are! You're hateful! It isn’t fair. You know that’s the way to hold me and you know you don’t mean to let me get loose for a single minute. I don't like your
knowing so dam’ much about women,” she continued plaintively. “It makes it so uneven.” “T’m trying to be fair,” he pointed out. He drew a chair up to the writing desk. the scheme.
speaking
the
‘This
words
“Suppose I just sketch out
agreement,’
slowly,
he dictated
‘between
to himself,
Patricia
Fentriss i “Scott,” she interposed. “—Scott—thank you, dearest—and—Cary—Scott— for—the—space—of—one—month—after——_”
She mouth, ing of him it bent across his shoulder, put a soft hand over his then slipped it aside to make place for the yearn her own lips. When she finally leaned back from was to say judicially: “I offer an amendment. Let’s make it twenty years instead of a month. But, oh, Cary, darling! Her eyes darkened, brooded, dreamed, grew sombre, subtle, prophetic as she gave voice to her warning. “As a husband you'll have to be a terribly on-the-job lover. There are so many men in the world!”
FINIS
