The Chronicles of the Imp: A Romance
"And how long do you intend keeping me here?" she asked in a resigned tone.

"Always, if I had my way."

"Always, if I had my way."

"Really?" she said, and whole volumes could never describe all the scorn she managed to put into that single word.  "You see," she continued, "after what Aunt Agatha wrote and told me----"

"Really?" she said, and whole volumes could never describe all the scorn she managed to put into that single word.  "You see," she continued, "after what Aunt Agatha wrote and told me----"

"Lisbeth," I broke in, "if you'll only----"

"Lisbeth," I broke in, "if you'll only----"

"I naturally supposed----"

"I naturally supposed----"

"If you'll only let me explain----"

"If you'll only let me explain----"

"That you would abide by the promise you made her and wait----"

"That you would abide by the promise you made her and wait----"

"Until you knew your own heart," I put in. "The question is how long will it take you? Probably, if you would allow me to teach you----"

"Until you knew your own heart," I put in. "The question is how long will it take you? Probably, if you would allow me to teach you----"

"Your presence here now stamps you as--as horribly deceitful!"

"Your presence here now stamps you as--as horribly deceitful!"

"Undoubtedly," I nodded; "but, you see, when I was foolish enough to give that promise, your very excellent Aunt made no reference to her intentions regarding a certain Mr. Selwyn."

"Undoubtedly," I nodded; "but, you see, when I was foolish enough to give that promise, your very excellent Aunt made no reference to her intentions regarding a certain Mr. Selwyn."

"Oh!" exclaimed 
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