Yes, dear reader, Miss Williams, dear old girl, was given to snuff, and
she would soon cross the boundaries to that old maid's paradise where
cats and parrots abounded.
With her it was indeed the sourest of sour grapes.
And Rose?
She felt that this was the happiest moment of her life, as she nestled
against her lover's breast and realized that no harm had come to him
after all.
"It was wholly a false report, August, but it made me miserable for some
hours."
"Not wholly false," he said, as he toyed with a diamond ring that
glittered on her finger. "I was thrown out and injured, but not very
badly. I came here just as soon after the accident as possible to
alleviate your fears."
"Oh, how good you are."
"This ring," he said, seeming to wish to avoid the subject of the
accident. "A genuine diamond, is it not?"
"Certainly. Have you forgotten--"
"That it was my own gift. No, darling, but I believe I have forgotten the
cost," he said, quickly.
She stared at him in astonishment.
Then she burst into a laugh.
"How absent-minded you have become," she declared.
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