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CHAPTER XXIII
TONY HITS ON ANOTHER
before; and if it please Thee to grant me this one thing,
I shall never pray to Thee again as long as I live.”
Sailor’s Prayer.
The next day there was another game, that of “Nothing has Happened,” which both Pamela and Tony played rather well, but it did not last long. They were alone together before lunch, when Tony approached the subject that was uppermost in their minds.
“Pamela, are you quite determined not to go back to Trent Stoke?”
Pamela’s mouth tightened. She was on the defensive at once.
“Quite. Please don’t talk about it any more.”
“I’m sorry, but I must. It’s important, and it’s my affair as well as yours, you know. Would you go back if—I went too? It is your home. And it is such a big house, Archie told me about it. We needn’t see much of each other if———”
He was looking at her almost wistfully. It was not likely that Pamela would guess that the offer of going back and taking up the title entailed any sacrifice on his part. How could she, when to her Trent Stoke meant home and all possible happiness?
She smiled faintly. “I don’t think I could.”
“Couldn’t you? Think it over. We could have all the chaperons you wanted, and—I wouldn’t be in your way.”
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