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“Trapped ’em. He put up a good front. Acted like he expected to get away with it.” (Constance’s school, also
highly expensive, had specialised in “finish of speech and manner.”’) Dee laughed. “That bratling! He must have been lit.” “Emslie said so. He was with me when we walked into
em.” “As per usual. What was his view?” “He said the Scrub ought to be spanked and sent to
bed.” “Some job!” opined her sister. “She’s starting in early. When did you have your first real flutter, Con?” “Not at that age,” returned the elder. “And not with that kind of a face.” Dee reflected shrewdly that Connie was a little sore over the young man’s defection. “It must have been dark for Graves to take her on,” she agreed. “It was, till we opened the door on *em. They were clinched all right. Dam?’ little fool!” “Better go easy with the letter,” advised Dee carelessly.
- He’ll think it’s green-eyed stuff.”
“Not from what I’m going to give him. He tried the half-nelson on me earlier in the evening and got turned down.” “Well, I had to tell him the strangle hold was barred, myself,” remarked Dee. “He must have had a busy evening.” “Thinks
he’s a boa-constrictor, does he??? commented
the beauty viciously. “He'll think he’s an apple-worm when he reads my few well-chosen words.” “Cordially invited not to come back?” “Something of that sort.” “That was a pretty husky punch, though,” mused Dee. “Con, you don’t suppose he fed the Scrub any of it?”
