The Craze of Christina — page 54: what you’re looking at

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50 The Crazé of Christina. Clifford turned and found himself face to face with the “‘universal mother.’’ “Mrs. Ommaney! Oh, I beg your pardon!’’ “Why are you running away?”’ ‘*I—I was not running away, I assure you,”’ he stammered. “‘Well—you were, you know, but not from me, I hope!” | ‘How can you suggest such a thing, Mrs. Ommaney?” “Oh, well, that’s all right. My trap is at the White Hart, and I’m just going back to lunch, so now you come along home with me and be introduced to my Maud and the rest—no de- nial, please.’’ Excellent woman! Apparently she bore no animosity for his previous ungracious conduct, thought Clifford. What angels of forgiveness women are! So he got into “‘the trap’’—a wagonette—like a lamb, and was driven away to lunch at the Ommaneys’, three miles away; and all the time he was driving there, that wicked malicious mocking face gibed at him and haunted him with a painful persistence largely diluted with pleasurable excitement. cComicbooksco