The Craze of Christina — page 202: what you’re looking at

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198 The Craze of Christina. ‘*But, Mark, if ever I marry you——’ ‘Tf ever! Oh, Chris!’ ‘*Well, of course, I mean when I marry you, I certainly cannot exist in the same house with that horrible Docker. Promise me, oh! promise me.”’ But Clifford’s answer was unanswerable, for although four provinces are in full view of the ramparts of Ladn, he took his beloved in his arms and closed her lips wich kisses. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Mark!’’ she gasped, with scarlet cheeks. **So ought you, Chris. For heaven’s sake let us talk of something pleasanter than James Docker.”’ And so they did. They talked about them- selves for a full hour, the great horned cattle on the towers above them looking down the while with placid satisfaction at the love-mak- ing. Then they sauntered back slowly towards the Hotel de l’Oiseau, where Ella and déjetiner awaited them. Then the post came in and Clifford pounced upon his letters, and went away to his own rooms to read them. Chris and her sister were left alone in a tiny private sitting-room they had engaged. “‘Chris,’’ said Ella, ‘‘aren’t you going to end (eco pnicelo) (0\(0) KS (Ee) im