"
"So much the more a scoundrel, he. Tell me, Marian--come to your senses and
tell me--what in the devil did he hang about you for and make love to you,
if he didn't want to marry you? Would an honest man, a decent man, do
that?"
Marian's face confessed assent.
"I should think you would have seen what sort of a fellow he is. I should
think you would despise him."
"Sometimes it seems to me that I ought to. But I always end by despising
myself--and--and--it makes no difference in the way I feel toward him."
"I think I would do well to look him up and give him a horse-whipping. But
you'll get over him, Marian. I am astonished at your cousin. How could she
let this go on? But then, she's crazy about him too."
Marian smiled miserably. "I've owned up and you ought to congratulate
yourself on so luckily getting rid of such an untrustworthy person as I."
"Getting rid of you?" Danvers looked at her defiantly. "Do you think I'm
going to let you go on and ruin yourself on an impulse? Not much! I hold
you to your promise. You'll come round all right after you've been away
from this fellow for a few days. You'll be amazed at yourself a week from
now."
"You don't understand, Teddy." Marian wished him to see once for all that,
whatever might be the future for her and Howard, there was no future for
her and him.
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