“Yes, I know,” she said. “But you’ve earned——”
“I couldn’t ever earn what I’ve got,” he broke in quickly.
“Nor I——”
“I’m not much of a chap at pretty speeches and all that sort of thing, but you’re a rare one, you know, the rummiest sort of a rare one—the kind a chap dreams about but never gets—and yet I’ve got you— Oh, hang it all, Doris,” he broke off helplessly. “You know——”
She smiled at him and slipped her arm through his.
“Yes, I know,” she said.
“Good old Doris,” he muttered. “Silly ass, aren’t I?”
But she wouldn’t admit that.
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