Do you hear your mate asking for something?"
He turned his eyes back to the mountains. "I must go my own way."
"Haven't I, so far, invented things, made life amusing, Cheetah?
Can't you trust the leopard's wisdom?"
He stared at the coast inexorably.
"I wonder," she whispered.
"What?"
"You ARE that, Cheetah, that lank, long, EAGER beast--."
Suddenly with a nimble hand she had unbuttoned and rolled up the
sleeve of her blouse. She stuck her pretty blue-veined arm before
his eyes. "Look here, sir, it was you, wasn't it? It was your
powerful jaw inflicted this bite upon the arm of a defenceless
young leopardess--"
"Amanda!"
"Well." She wrinkled her brows.
He turned about and stood over her, he shook a finger in her face
and there was a restrained intensity in his voice as he spoke.
"Look here, Amanda!" he said, "if you think that you are going to
make me agree to any sort of project about London, to any sort of
complication of our lives with houses in smart streets and a
campaign of social assertion--by THAT, then may I be damned for an
uxorious fool!"
Her eyes met his and there was mockery in her eyes.
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