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The Gauntlet
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“‘Voyez là bas, dans cette église,
Aupres d’un confessional,
Le prétre, qui veut faire croire à Lise,
Qu’un baiser est un grand mal;
Pour prouver à la mignonne
Qu’un baiser bien fait, bien doux,
N’a jamais damné personne,
Petits oiseaux, becquetez-vous!’”
“Capital!” cried Delroy. “What next? Come—the third verse!”
But Miss Croydon rose abruptly from the piano.
“No,” she said; “I protest. I’ve no doubt it goes from bad to worse! I’m afraid to listen!”
“You are wrong, Miss Croydon,” said Tremaine, smiling full into her eyes. “You do me an injustice. I assure you there is no third verse,” and he joined the Delroys where they sat before the fire.
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