The roadster snarled at the tug that sent it round the corner.
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] “Oh—another date!”
“Maybe!” His tone had brought defiance into hers.
“H’m! Thought so!”
“You—you’re horrid!”
“And he’s all to the good—what?”
“Who?”
“Well—can’t blame you! What chance has a mean little bracelet against a string of oyster tears like that?” The volcano which had been rumbling all week sent up a sudden blinding glare. “Gad, what an ass I’ve been!” it spat out.
“Don’t talk like that—don’t!”
“I mean it,—a saphead! Swallowed that diamond yarn whole—hook, line and sinker.”