And, seeing that you do feel that way, it's better that
we shouldn't be thrown together as we are here. That's why I'm going."
"That is to say, you'll resign because I've told you I care for you and
proposed marriage?" he remarked.
"Exactly. It's the only thing to do under the circumstances."
"Give me a chance to show you that I can make you happy," he pleaded.
"Don't leave. Stay here where I can at least see you and speak to you.
I won't annoy you. And you can't tell. After you get over this
surprise you might find yourself liking me better."
"That's just the trouble," Hazel pointed out. "If I were here you
would be bringing this subject up in spite of yourself. And that can
only cause pain. I can't stay."
"I think you had better reconsider that," he said; and a peculiar--an
ugly--light crept into his eyes, "unless you desire to lay yourself
open to being the most-talked-of young woman in this town, where you
were born, where all your friends live. Many disagreeable things might
result."
"That sounds like a threat, Mr. Bush. What do you mean?"
"I mean just what I say. I will admit that mine is, perhaps, a selfish
passion. If you insist on making me suffer, I shall do as much for
you.
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