He gave it to her reluctantly.
"Don't read it!" he said.
She shook her head, still smiling. "No, Mr. Green, I'm not going to
let you censor my reading. I will tell you what I think of it next
time we meet."
"Don't!" he said again very earnestly.
But Juliet would not yield. She stooped again over Columbus and
fondled his ear.
Green stood looking down at her, his dark face somewhat grim, his eyes
extremely bright.
"I believe he's cross with us, Christopher." murmured Juliet. "Never
mind, old thing! We shall get over it if he doesn't. Being cross always
hurts oneself the most. We're--never cross, are we, Christopher? We
please ourselves and we please each other--always."
Columbus grunted appreciatively and leaned harder against her. He liked
to be included in the conversation.
Green suddenly bent and pulled the other ear. "You're a jolly lucky chap,
Columbus," he said. "I'll change places with you any day in the week."
Columbus smiled at him indulgently, and edged his nose onto his
mistress's knee. He knew his position was secure.
"Don't you listen to him, Christopher!" said Juliet. "He wouldn't be in
your place two minutes.
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