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Meanwhile Thelma, with flushing cheeks and lowered
eyes, confided her difficulty to Philip, who surveyed the shocking
little bodice she brought for his inspection with a gravely amused, but
very tender smile.
"There certainly doesn't seem much of it, does there, darling?" he said.
"And so you don't like it?"
"No," she confessed frankly--"I think I should feel quite undressed in
it. I often wear just a little opening at the throat--but this--! Still,
Philip, I must not displease you--and I will always wear what you wish,
even if it is uncomfortable to myself."
"Look here, my pet," and he encircled her waist fondly with his arm,
"Rosine is quite right. The thing's perfectly fashionable,--and there
isn't a woman in society who wouldn't be perfectly charmed with it. But
your ideas are better than Rosine's and all society's put together. Obey
your own womanly instinct, Thelma!"
"But what do _you_ wish?" she asked earnestly. "You must tell me. It is
to please you that I live.


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