The Craze of Christina — page 159: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 155 “*You do care for me, then! Oh, my dar- ling!’’ “Hush !’’—drawing away her hand—‘‘do take care, the porter is looking at us.”’ ‘Why should I care if fifty porters are look- ing at us! You have admitted that you are not indifferent to me.’’ ‘Well!’ —with one of those brilliant bewilder- ing smiles which had done more than anything else to turn his head—‘‘what next, then? what do you want me to do?”’ “‘T want you to be my wife, Chris, but—-—-’’ “*Ah, there is a ‘but,’ then!’’ she cried. “It is along story, but if you will give me time I will explain it all to you, only pray don’t go out of the country !”’ “‘On the contrary, since there are ‘buts’ and explanations necessary, 1 think that it is the best thing I can possibly do. Besides, Calais is not Calcutta; there are trains and steamboats and Cook’s tourist tickets—you can follow me - there if you like!”’ She looked at him with a mocking light in her lovely eyes. “Yes, I might—I might certainly—there would be time, I think, but not much time. Why do you gosofar? If you would only go to the White Hart at Midchester instead. then Comichooks.co