But that isn't the point. The point is that
I'm not so bad as you think, nor so simple neither. And life isn't
so simple, nor religion, nor love, nor anything as you think it.
You're young yet, you know. Very young."
Martin turned back to the door.
"All very interesting, Thurston," he said. "You can think what you
like, of course. All the same, the less we see of one another--"
"Well," said Thurston slowly, smiling. "That'll be a bit difficult--
to avoid one another, I mean. You see, I'm going to marry your
sister."
Martin laughed. Inside him something was saying: "Now, look out.
This is all a trap. He doesn't mean what he says. He's trying to
catch you."
"Going to marry Amy? Oh no, you're not."
Thurston did not appear to be interested in anything that Martin had
to say. He continued as though he were pursuing his own thoughts.
"Yes . . . so it'll be difficult. I didn't think you'd like it when
you heard. I said to Amy, 'E won't like it,' I said. She said you'd
been too long away from the family to judge. And so you have, you
know. Oh! Amy and I'll be right enough. She's a fine woman, your
sister.
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