Gentlemen, I fear we have kept the ladies too long."
But they had already risen, and were slowly filing out of the room.
Only one lingered--the youngest Miss Jones.
"That was a capital story," she said, pausing beside our host, with
a special significance in her usual audacity. "Do you know you
absolutely sent cold chills down my spine a moment ago. Really,
now, you ought to write for the magazines!"
Our host looked up at the pretty, audacious face. Then he said,
sotto voce,--
"I do!"
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