‘How can you be so pig-headed! You are talking like an imbecile. Your secretary, Miss Dore, is a nice girl. But how would you feel if Percy were to come to you and say that he was engaged to be married to her?’ ‘Exactly!’ said Percy. ‘Quite!’ Lord Marshmoreton rose and moved to the door. He did it with a certain dignity, but there was a strange hunted expression in his eyes. ‘That would be impossible,’ he said. ‘Precisely,’ said his sister. ‘I am glad that you admit it.’ Lord Marshmoreton had reached the door, and was standing holding the handle. He seemed to gather strength from its support. ‘Ive been meaning to tell you about that,’ he said. ‘About what?’ ‘About Miss Dore. I married her myself last Wednesday,’ said Lord Marshmoreton, and disappeared like a diving-duck. -A Damsel in Distress
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