``Please don't try to put me
under any heavier obligations than I have to be.''
``Please don't talk nonsense about obligation,''
retorted he. ``Let's get away from this subject. You
don't seem to realize that you're doing me a favor, that
it's a privilege to be allowed to help develop such a
marvelous voice as yours. Scores of people would jump
at the chance.''
``That doesn't lessen my obligation,'' said she. And
she thought she meant it, though, in fact, his generous
and plausible statement of the case had immediately
lessened not a little her sense of obligation.
On the whole, however, she was not sorry she had
this chance to talk of obligation. Slowly, as they saw
each other from time to time, often alone, Stanley had
begun--perhaps in spite of himself and unconsciously
--to show his feeling for her. Sometimes his hand
accidentally touched hers, and he did not draw it away
as quickly as he might. And she--it was impossible
for her to make any gesture, much less say anything,
that suggested sensitiveness on her part.
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