But let me tell you, you will have your hands full
with Rice Jones. This Welsh-English stock is not soft stuff to manage.
When he makes that line with his lips that looks like a red-hot razor
edge, his poor wife will wish to leave this earth and take to the
bluffs."
"You appear to think a great deal about Monsieur Reece Zhone and his
future wife," said Angelique mischievously.
"I know what you mean," said Peggy defiantly, "and we may as well have
it out now as any time. If you throw him at me, I shall quarrel with
you. I detest Rice Jones. He makes me crosser than any other person in
the world."
"How can you detest a man like that? I am almost afraid of him. He has
a wonderful force. It is a great thing at his age to be elected to the
National Assembly as the leader of his party in the Territory."
"I am not afraid of him," said Peggy, with a note of pride.
"No,--for I have sometimes thought, Peggy, that Monsieur Reece Zhone and
you were made for each other."
Peggy Morrison sneered. Her nervous laughter, however, had a sound of
jubilation.
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