Her cheeks were all roses.
“Kate,” I said, “love me.”
“I will not!”
“Be my betrothed?”
“I will not!”
“Marry me?”
“I will not!”
Which refusals she made with great emphasis--every one of which she
took back.
She was a woman.
THE END.
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