An Impetuous Miss (23 page)

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Why, Cat,” Hazelforth laughed, “you need never worry about propriety again. You may be married in Mr. Bagsmith's greatcoat, for aught I care.”

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Oh dear,” Cat frowned, perching herself on Hazelforth's knee. “You are quite right, Charles. I don't know what came over me. You don't suppose I have become addicted to all this good behavior, do you?”

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There's little fear of that, my love,” Hazelforth murmured as he drew her to him, “little fe
ar of that.”