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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Mr. Bingle"

It's something we used to talk
about and wonder about, don't you remember? Remember how we used to
sit up in the balcony and wonder what was really happening behind the--"
"Indeed I do!" she cried, and her eyes sparkled. "I've always wanted
to have a peep behind the scenes and--" She had the good sense to stop
before she compromised herself beyond recovery--but she looked
extremely guilty.
"We'll talk it over to-morrow," said he. "It might be a relief to us
to have something like this to occupy our thoughts in case we--we
actually have to give Kathleen up to--By the way, Dick tells me he is
sailing for Europe to-morrow. I wonder what it means."
"Mr. Force? Is she going with him?"
"Yes. For three months."
She reflected. "I'll tell you what it means, Tom," she said, leaning
forward to lay her hand upon his knee. "He has told her everything."
"I don't believe it!"
"You mark my words, Tom. He has told her. They are going abroad to
thrash it all out, that's the long and short of it."
"I wonder," said Mr. Bingle, wide-eyed and sober.


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