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"Cold, glittering metal _versus_ warm, loving heart of woman, and such
an one as you, never!" he answered, following her cue and looking her
in the eyes.
"I care not, he cannot afford to offend me," thought Mrs. Tompkins,
and so only showing a velvet paw, making a step towards him, her rich
crimson robes of velvet trailing after her, now offered her hand.
"Here is my hand, George, bid me good-night, and like a good fellow go
at once, and I forgive you."
"Dismiss Trevalyon first, I am an older friend than he," he answered
sulkily.
"I shall not; this is my boudoir, and, thank fate, I am my own
mistress."
"Then, by the stars, I stir not one inch!"
Both reckless, both determined, how would it end? and so Trevaylon
thought, as he said, coolly:
"What is the use of acting like this, Delrose? You certainly made your
_entree_ later than I, if you are making a point of that; but a
soldier is usually more yielding to woman's wish."
"Not often, Trevalyon, when her wish is the will of a rival," he
answered hotly.
"The fancy of a woman _a present_," thought Trevalyon.


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