"Maybe I've frightened you--I hope not. I don't mean to frighten you.
I don't want you ever to be frightened or worried. ... I want to keep
all kinds of suffering out of your life if you'll let me. Won't you
let me? ..." He stood waiting.
"Mr. Foote," she said, presently, "I--" then she stopped. She had
intended to tell him about Dulac; that she loved him and had promised
to marry him, but she could not utter the words. It would hurt him so
to know that she loved another man. She could refuse him without that
added pain. "Don't you see," she said, "how impossible it is? It
wouldn't do--even if I cared for you."
"If you cared for me," he said, "nothing could make it impossible."
"We belong in different worlds. ... You couldn't come down to mine; I
wouldn't fit into yours. My world wouldn't have you, and your world
wouldn't have me. ... Don't you see?"
"I don't see. What has your world or mine to do with it? It's just
you and me."
"When you saw that your family wouldn't have me, when you found out
that your friends wouldn't be friends with me, and that they didn't
want to be friends with you any longer just because you married me
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