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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"A Sappho of Green Springs"

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"But if she thinks she's been deceived, and changes her mind?"
"Leyton, you don't know Miss Nevil. Whatever that girl undertakes she's
weighed fully, and goes through with. If she's trusted him enough to
marry him, money won't stop her; if she thinks she's been deceived,
YOU'LL never know it."
The enthusiasm and conviction were so unlike Rushbrook's usual cynical
toleration of the sex that Leyton stared at him.
"That's odd," he returned. "That's what she says of you."
"Of ME; you mean Somers?"
"No, of YOU. Come, Rushbrook, don't pretend you don't know that
Miss Nevil is a great partisan of yours, swears by you, says you're
misunderstood by people, and, what's infernally odd in a woman who don't
belong to the class you fancy, don't talk of your habits. That's why she
wants to consult you about Somers, I suppose, and that's why, knowing
you might influence her, I came here first to warn you."
"And I've told you that whatever I might say or do wouldn't influence
her.


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