Even if I weren't
engaged, I'd never think of marrying a man old enough to be my
father--a man whose years haven't given him a sense of either dignity
or decency. Wealth and social position don't modify gray hairs and
advancing age. Your threats are an insult. This isn't the stone age.
Even if it were," she concluded cuttingly, "you'd stand a poor chance
of winning a woman against a man like--well--" She shrugged her
shoulders, but she was thinking of Jack Barrow's broad shoulders, and
the easy way he went up a flight of stairs, three steps at a time.
"Well, any _young_ man."
With that thrust, Miss Hazel Weir turned to the rack where hung her hat
and coat. She was thoroughly angry, and her employment in that office
ended then and there so far as she was concerned.
Bush caught her by the shoulders before she took a second step.
"Gray hairs and advancing age!" he said. "So I strike you as
approaching senility, do I? I'll show you whether I'm the worn-out
specimen you seem to think I am. Do you think I'll give you up just
because I've made you angry? Why, I love you the more for it; it only
makes me the more determined to win you."
"You can't. I dislike you more every second.
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