“Ah, dear, dear roses,” she murmured tremulously, “how I love you, how I love you!”
[“And me, Kitty?” he whispered] in her ear.
[“AND ME, KITTY?” HE WHISPERED]
She raised her head and laid her hands upon his arms, looking up silently into his face. About them the roses whispered and nodded in the breeze. He bent until his lips were upon hers.
“Kitty,” he cried softly, “my Kitty! Kitty of the Roses!”
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