"But you won't marry him. I won't let
you!"
Miss Weir rose. "I think I shall go home," she said steadily.
"You shall do nothing of the sort! There is no sense in your running
away from me and giving rise to gossip--which will hurt yourself only."
"I am not running away, but I can't stay here and listen to such things
from you. It's impossible, under the circumstances, for me to continue
working here, so I may as well go now."
Bush stepped past her and snapped the latch on the office door. "I
shan't permit it," he said passionately. "Girl, you don't seem to
realize what this means to me. I want you--and I'm going to have you!"
"Please don't be melodramatic, Mr. Bush."
"Melodramatic! If it is melodrama for a man to show a little genuine
feeling, I'm guilty. But I was never more in earnest in my life. I
want a chance to win you. I value you above any woman I have ever met.
Most women that--"
"Most women would jump at the chance," Hazel interrupted. "Well, I'm
not most women. I don't consider myself as a marketable commodity, nor
my looks as an aid to driving a good bargain in a matrimonial way. I
simply don't care for you as you would want me to--and I'm very sure I
never would.
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