And sometimes it slightly irritates them to remember it when they see the unmarried innocently frisking as they once frisked.

And it's their instinct to call out 'Come in! Matrimony's fine! You don't know what you are missing!'" Stephanie laughed and lay back in her steamer chair, her hand abandoned to him.

And when her mirth had passed a slight sense of fatigue left her silent, inert, staring at nothing.
When the time came to say _adieu_ he kissed her as he sometimes did, with a smiling and impersonal tenderness--not conscious of the source of all this happy, demonstrative, half impatient animation which seemed to possess him in every fibre.
"Good-bye, you dear girl," he said, as the lights of the motor lit up the drive.

"I've had a bully time, and I'll see you soon again." "Come when you can, Louis.

There is no man I would rather see." "And no girl I would rather go to," he said, warmly, scarcely thinking what he was saying.
Their clasped hands relaxed, fell apart.