"I am all attention! Consider me your father-confessor.

Miss Gueldmar, and explain the reason of this 'bad, fierce' temper of yours." She peeped at him shyly from under her silken lashes.
"It is more dreadful than you think," she answered in a low tone.

"Mr.
Dyceworthy asked me to marry him." Lorimer's keen eyes flashed with indignation.

This was beyond a jest,--and he clenched his fist as he exclaimed-- "Impudent donkey! What a jolly good thrashing he deserves!.

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