Benis Spence read it with deep thankfulness. Fate was indeed making
full amends. No dread inheritance now need narrow the way before
them. It meant--he stole a glance at Desire who was industriously
emptying her slipper. The curve of her averted cheek was faintly
flushed. The professor's whimsical smile crept out.
"Let me!" he said. He took her slipper from her and, kneeling, felt
her breath like flowers brush his cheek.
"It was a whopper, Benis," Desire whispered.
Looking up, he saw the open gladness of her face.
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by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
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