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had persisted in misjudging, only cried the harder. "Don't--don't cry like that! I--Miss Lansell--Trix--darling!" Keith's self-control snapped suddenly, like a rope when the strain becomes too great. He caught her fiercely in his arms, and crushed her close against him. Beatrice stopped crying, and gasped. "Trixie, if you must cry, I wish you'd cry for me. I'm about as miserable a man--I want you so! God made you for me, and I'm starving for the feel of your lips on mine." Then Keith, who was nothing if not daring, once he was roused, bent and kissed her without waiting to see if he might--and not only once, but several times. Beatrice made a half-hearted attempt to get free of his arms, but Keith was not a fool--he held her closer, and laughed from pure, primitive joy. "Mr. Cameron!" It was Beatrice's voice, but it had never been like that before. "I think you might call me Keith," he cut in. "You've got to begin some time, and now is as good a time as any." "You--you're taking a good deal for granted," she said, wriggling unavailingly in his arms. "A man's got to, with a girl like you. You're so used to turning a fellow down I believe you'd do it just from habit." "Indeed?" She was trying to be sarcastic and got kissed for her pains. "Yes, 'indeed.'" He mimicked her tone. "I want you. I want you! I wanted you long before I ever saw you. And so I'm not taking any chances--I didn't dare, you see. I just had to take you first, and ask you afterward." Beatrice laughed a little, with tears very close to her lashes, and gave up. What was the use of trying to resist this masterful fellow, who would not even give her a chance to refuse him? She did not know quite how to say no to a man who did not ask her to say yes. But the queer part, to her, was the feeling that she would have hated to say no, anyway. It never occurred to her, till afterward, that she might have stood upon a pedestal of offended dignity and cried, "Unhand me, villain!"--and that, if she had, Keith would undoubtedly have complied instantly. As it was, she just laughed softly, and blushed a good deal. "I believe mama is right about you, after all," she said wickedly. "At heart, you're a bold highwayman." "Maybe. I know I'd not stand and see some other fellow walk off with my Heart's Desire, without putting up a fight. It did look pretty blue for me, though, and I was afraid--but it's all right now, isn't it? Possession is nine p
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