The widow kicked the corner of the rug tentatively.
"I like—all but the proposing," she said slowly. "You really ought to stop that——"
"I'm going to stop it—to-night," said the bachelor firmly.
The widow looked up in alarm.
"Oh, you don't have to commence keeping your resolutions until to-morrow morning," she said quickly.
"And you are going to stop refusing me—to-night," continued the bachelor firmly.
The widow studied the corner of the rug with great concern.
"OH don't. In a moment we'll be making promises."
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