"It would seem so unfair." "I don't see anything unfair about it. I call your bluff, that's all. I admire you immensely, Miss Tuppence, more than any girl I've ever met. You're so darned plucky. I'd just love to give you a real, rattling good time. Say the word, and we'll run round right away to some high-class jeweller, and fix up the ring business." "I can't," gasped Tuppence. "Because of Beresford?" "No, no, NO!" "Well then?" Tuppence merely continued to shake her head violently.
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