...I'll bring out the whole
bag of tricks. Flowers and candy and such like, and walks and rides.
I'll get right down and pursue you. ...After a while you'll--maybe--
get so far as to call me by my first name." He laughed like a small
boy. "And some day you'll let me hold your hand--pretending you don't
know I'm holding it at all. ...And I'll be making love to you to--to
beat the band. Regular crush I'll have on you. ...What do you think?"
"You mean REALLY?...You mean we'll LIVE like that? That we won't be
married, but do like you said?" She was staring at him with big,
unbelieving eyes.
"That's the idea exactly. ...We won't be married till I WIN you.
That's the game. ...And I'll try hard--you haven't any notion how
hard I'll try." There was something pleading, pathetic in his voice,
that went to her heart.
"Oh," she said, breathlessly, "that's DEAR of you. ... You're good--
so GOOD. ... I--I hate myself. ... You'll do THAT?... I didn't--know
anybody--could be--so--so good.
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