"Now, it's done." A vindictive gleam shot from her
violet eyes as she added: "It's only the beginning, too."
Garson, with the keen perspicacity that had made him a successful
criminal without a single conviction to mar his record, had
seized the implication in her statement, and now put it in words.
"Then, you won't leave us? We're going on as we were before?"
The hint of dejection in his manner had vanished. "And you won't
live with him?"
"Live with him?" Mary exclaimed emphatically. "Certainly not!"
Aggie's neatly rounded jaw dropped in a gape of surprise that was
most unladylike.
"You are going to live on in this joint with us?" she
questioned, aghast.
"Of course." The reply was given with the utmost of certainty.
Aggie presented the crux of the matter.
"Where will hubby live?"
There was no lessening of the bride's composure as she replied,
with a little shrug.
"Anywhere but here."
Aggie suddenly giggled. To her sense of humor there was
something vastly diverting in this new scheme of giving bliss to
a fond husband.
Pages:
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209