answer yet." "Answer?" said Julius. His face paled. "You know--when you asked me to--marry you," faltered Tuppence, her eyes downcast in the true manner of the early Victorian heroine, "and wouldn't take no for an answer. I've thought it well over----" "Yes?" said Julius. The perspiration stood on his forehead. Tuppence relented suddenly. "You great idiot!" she said. "What on earth induced you to do it? I could see at the time you didn't care a twopenny dip for me!" "Not at all. I had--and still have--the highest sentiments of esteem and respect--and admiration for you----"
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