Her eyes gleamed angrily. ``I see you despise me
--as much as I've invited. But, I'll make them out
again and mail them to you.''
``You're a silly child,'' said he gruffly. ``We're
going to be married.''
She eyed him with amused exasperation. ``It's too
absurd!'' she cried. ``And if I yielded, you'd be trying
to get out of it.'' She hesitated whether to tell him
frankly just how she felt toward him. She decided
against it, not through consideration--for a woman
feels no consideration for a man she does not love, if he
has irritated her--but through being ashamed to say
harsh things to one whom she owed so much. ``It's
useless for you to pretend and to plead,'' she went on. ``I
shall not yield. You'll have to wait until I'm free and
independent.''
``You'll marry me then?''
``No,'' replied she, laughing. ``But I'll be able to
refuse you in such a way that you'll believe.''
``But you've got to marry, Mildred, and right away.''
A suspicion entered his mind and instantly gleamed in
his eyes.
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