''
``Do you mean to say that you'd think more highly
of me if I were--what most women would be in the
same circumstances?''
``I mean to say that I think the whole business is
discreditable to both of you--to his intelligence, to
your character.''
``You are frank,'' said she, trying to hide her anger.
``I am frank,'' replied he, undisturbed. He looked
at her. ``Why should I not be?''
``You know that I need you, that I don't dare
resent,'' said she. ``So isn't it--a little cowardly?''
``Why do you need me? Not for money, for you
know you'll not get that.''
``I don't want it,'' cried she, agitated. ``I never
thought of it.''
``Yes, you've probably thought of it,'' replied he
coolly. ``But you will not get it.''
``Well, that's settled--I'll not get it.''
``Then why do you need me? Of what use can I be
to you? Only one use in the world. To tell you the
truth--the exact truth. Is not that so?''
``Yes,'' she said. ``That is what I want from you
--what I can't get from anyone else.
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