``Of course
I knew what was doing. But I kept mum--didn't
want to say anything to you till I could say everything.
Mildred, I'm free. We can be married to-morrow, if
you will.''
``Then you know about me?'' said she, confused.
``On the way I stopped in to see Keith. He told me
about that skunk--told me you were free, too.''
Mildred slowly sat down. Her elbows rested upon
the table. There was her bare forearm, slender and
round, and her long, graceful fingers lay against her
cheek. The light from above reflected charmingly
from the soft waves and curves of her hair. ``You're
lovely--simply lovely!'' cried Stanley. ``Mildred--
darling--you WILL marry me, won't you? You can
go right on with the career, if you like. In fact, I'd
rather you would, for I'm frightfully proud of your
voice. And I've changed a lot since I became sincerely
interested in you. The other sort of life and people
don't amuse me any more. Mildred, say you'll
marry me. I'll make you as happy as the days are
long.
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