CHAPTER XIIT
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kiss in Epping Forest was the first of an infinite series. It was bound so to be, in spite of wise feminine prohibitions. Not only were Vittoria’s fresh lips maddeningly alluring, but also Bunny had an imperious way with him that compelled the young female not loath to be subdued. And after all, what were kisses? At last she ceased to remonstrate. Sometimes of her own accord she would lay her cheek to his and coo adorably into his ear. Sometimes she teased him, assumed the airs of a woman of business whose serious thoughts were rooted in the conduct of the restaurant, and treated him like a spoilt boy. It amused her to see his cheek flush and to hear the impatient note in his voice. At other times she hinted darkly of days when this sweet fooling must end, talked sombrely
