"
"Of course I knew about the first," he said eagerly. "I knew you
didn't love me, but that will come, Maggie. It MUST come . . ."
Maggie shook her head. "I love some one else," she said, "and I
always will. But he's gone away and will never come back. I've made
up my mind to that. But if he did come back and wanted me I couldn't
promise that I wouldn't--" She broke off. "You can see that it
wouldn't do."
"No, I can't see," he said, taking her hand. "I can see that you
like me, Maggie. I can see that we're splendid friends. If your
other--friend--has left you altogether, then--well, time makes a
great difference in those things. I think after we'd been together a
little--Oh, Maggie, do!" he broke off just like a boy. "Do! We suit
each other so well that we MUST be happy, and then Grace likes you--
she likes you very much. She does indeed."
"Let's leave Grace out of this," Maggie said firmly. "It's between
you and me, Paul. It's nobody else's affair. What about the other
two objections? I don't believe in your faith at all, and I'm
unpunctual and forgetful, and break things."
Strangely she was wanting him urgently now to reassure her.
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