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But, in the end, the very
incongruity of the situation came to her aid; for Rosamund very easily
fell a prey to the absurd--even when the amusement was furnished at her
own expense; and a keen sense of the ridiculous had more than once saved
her dainty skirts from a rumpling that her modesty perhaps might have
forgiven.
"I'm certainly a little beast," she said impulsively, "but I really do
like you. Will you forgive?"
No genuine appeal to the young girl's generosity had ever been in vain;
she forgave almost as easily as she breathed. Even now in the flush of
just resentment it was not hard for her to forgive; she hesitated only
in order to adjust matters in her own mind.
Mrs. Fane swung her horse and held out her right hand:
"Is it _pax_, Miss Erroll? I'm really ashamed of myself. Won't you
forgive me?"
"Yes," said the young girl, laying her gloved hand on Rosamund's very
lightly; "I've often thought," she added naively, "that I could like
you, Mrs. Fane, if you would only give me a chance.


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