It is a sore point with me, this being told what I am to do or
not do by you self-constituted lords of creation.-Viaburi I You stop
along kitchen. No bring 'm Noa Noah.--And now, Mr. Sheldon, what am I to
do? You don't want me here, and there doesn't seem to be any place for
me to go."
"That is unfair. Your being wrecked here has been a godsend to me. I
was very lonely and very sick. I really am not certain whether or not I
should have pulled through had you not happened along. But that is not
the point. Personally, purely selfishly personally, I should be sorry to
see you go. But I am not considering myself. I am considering you.
It--it is hardly the proper thing, you know. If I were married--if there
were some woman of your own race here--but as it is--"
She threw up her hands in mock despair.
"I cannot follow you," she said. "In one breath you tell me I must go,
and in the next breath you tell me there is no place to go and that you
will not permit me to go. What is a poor girl to do?"
"That's the trouble," he said helplessly.
"And the situation annoys you."
"Only for your sake."
"Then let me save your feelings by telling you that it does not annoy me
at all--except for the row you are making about it. I never allow what
can't be changed to annoy me.
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