The Rayner-Slade Amalgamation by J. S. (Joseph Smith) Fletcher
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"Good heavens, man?" she exclaimed. "Are you--are you really asking me
to--to marry you?" "That's it," replied Allerdyke, nodding. "You've hit it. Queer way, maybe--but it's my way. See?" "I never heard of--of such a way in all my life!" said the lady. "You're--extraordinary!" "I am," said Allerdyke. "Yes--we are out of the ordinary in our part of the world--we know it. Well," he went on after a moment's silence, during which they looked at each other, "you've heard what I have to say. How is it to be?" The prima donna continued to gaze intently on this strange wooer for a full minute. Then she suddenly stretched out her hand. "I'll marry you!" she said quietly. Allerdyke gave the hand a firm pressure, and stood up, unconsciously pulling himself to his full height. "Thank you," he said. "You shan't regret it. And now, then--a pen, if you please. Sign that." He handed his betrothed a paper, watched her sign it, and then, picking up the pen as she laid it down, took a cheque-book from his pocket and quickly wrote a cheque. This he placed in an envelope taken from the writing-table. Envelope and receipt in hand, he turned to the door. |
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