.. to promise me...."
"I'll never do it again, Hugo."
"Never do it again? What do you mean by that? When you can go up to a
man--yes, to me, and kiss me like you did.... What's the good of saying
you'll never do it any more; it's done, and a kiss like that's not a thing
to forget. I can feel it still, and it's a mad delight, and I thank you
for it You've got that letter in your dress; let me see it."
"You're so excited, Hugo. No, it's getting late now. We'd better say
good-night."
"Will you show me that letter?"
"Show you the letter? Certainly not!"
At that he made a half-spring, as if to take it by force, but checked
himself, and snapped out:
"What? You won't? Well, on my word you are.... Mean's not the word for it.
You're something worse...."
"Hugo!"
"Yes, you are!"
"If you _will_ see the letter, here it is!" She thrust her hand into
her blouse, took out the letter, opened it, and waved it at him,
flourishing her innocence. "Here's the letter--from my mother; there's her
signature--look.
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