I looked at you and--and it just happened.

All my will and sense vanished in an instant.
Bewitched!" The colour was still in her face, and her air was uncertain, disturbed.

But at his words, so palpably sincere and self condemnatory, she began to smile.
"Perhaps--if we just forget----" The smouldering fire in his eyes flared suddenly.
"Forget?
I'll never forget that minute, those kisses," he exclaimed.
"Hanged if I want to, or will!" "If, then, we don't repeat them, and are more circumspect, why, I'll overlook it," she said, a little confusedly.

"I know you meant no discourtesy." He gave a savage shake of his head.

"And Imogene and I both prize your friendship." "Thank you, Ruth.