The Mynns' Mystery

"Be quiet What a silly little fluttering dove it is, struggling like this, ruffling all your plumes, and making your face so red. But how it becomes you " "Mr Saul Harrington, how dare you " "Because I love you so, you little beauty. There-and there-and there " The kisses were given in spite of the frightened looks and struggles; but at each kiss there was a faint cry of shame, dislike, and indignation mingled. "You know I love you, and I know you love me." "It is not true, sir. Let me go "