The Craze of Christina — page 160: what you’re looking at

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156 The Craze of Christina. I will bicycle over and see you to-morrow morn- ing, and we will go out for a ride together and talk everything over. I could cycle over every day and see you, and we could have some de- lightful rides if the weather keeps like this; the roads round Midchester are perfect!”’ ‘‘Unfortunately, I do not possess a bicycle.”’ “Then I will give you one—the very best that I can find. I will telegraph for a Humber or Swift, or whatever make you like.” “Don’t talk nonsense. How can I accept bicycles from. you?—I am not your sister.”’ ‘“‘No, but you are going to be my wife.”’ “I am really not at all sure about that. I should think it improbable—impossible, very likely.”’ “Neither improbable nor impossible, if only you love me. Do you love me, Chris?”’’ They were right at the far end of the plat- form and Clifford once again possessed himself of her hand, and this time she did not draw it away; his touch thrilled her, and her color rose slowly and her eyes fell. He saw his advantage and pursued it. “You do love me, Chris, don’t you?’’—this in a low voice, very tenderly. And then a very strange thing came to pass. Had Christina Greville really been the heartless i