Love in a Muddle
my other side and put his arm round me, then he turned for a minute so that his embracing arm must have been visible against my white mack to the men behind the searchlights.

He moved to my other side and put his arm round me, then he turned for a minute so that his embracing arm must have been visible against my white mack to the men behind the searchlights.

"Forgive me," he said perfunctorily.  "I think the pantomime will have the desired effect on our friends yonder, and whether they know me or not they know they'll have a hot time to-morrow for playing the dickens with an amorous officer—the main thing is to get them to switch the light off us, isn't it?"

"Forgive me," he said perfunctorily.  "I think the pantomime will have the desired effect on our friends yonder, and whether they know me or not they know they'll have a hot time to-morrow for playing the dickens with an amorous officer—the main thing is to get them to switch the light off us, isn't it?"

I thrilled. I had always wondered, as every girl born wonders, what it was like to feel a man's arm round you.

I thrilled. I had always wondered, as every girl born wonders, what it was like to feel a man's arm round you.

I liked it.

I 

 it.

I liked the cool, rather insolent, devil-may-care voice.

I liked the cool, rather insolent, devil-may-care voice.

I am always honest with myself, so I write these things quite honestly and frankly.

I am always honest with myself, so I write these things quite honestly and frankly.

I love reading, but I have never thought of love or romance as being even remotely connected with me. I have always been very interested in engaged couples and newly married people, but I think it is rather squashing to be the plain daughter of a pretty mother and a father who can't afford to give you nice clothes. I mean, it 
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