"My, I loathe that
man! He _is_ dangerous. Marry him? The idea!"
She knew that she must have cut him deeply in a man's tenderest
spot--his self-esteem. But just how well she had gauged the look and
possibilities of Mr. Andrew Bush, Hazel scarcely realized.
"I won't tell Jack," she reflected. "He'd probably want to thrash him.
And that _would_ stir up a lot of horrid talk. Dear me, that's one
experience I don't want repeated. I wonder if he made court to his
first wife in that high-handed, love-me-or-I'll-beat-you-to-death
fashion?"
She laughed when she caught herself scrubbing vigorously with her
handkerchief at the place where his lips had touched her cheek. She
was primitive enough in her instincts to feel a trifle glad of having
retaliated in what her training compelled her to consider a "perfectly
hoydenish" manner. But she could not deny that it had proved
wonderfully effective.
CHAPTER III
"I DO GIVE AND BEQUEATH"
When Jack Barrow called again, which happened to be that very evening,
Hazel told him simply that she had left Harrington & Bush, without
entering into any explanation except the general one that she had found
it impossible to get on with Mr.
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