'I like you very much,' she said, suddenly thoughtful. 'I've seen you

act like a hero, and you always act like a gentleman. One cannot say

that of many men. If I were not such a wicked flirt, I suppose I should

be in love with you, as I was that day when you left here. I'm glad I'm

not! Do you know that it's frightfully humiliating to want to marry a

man, and to have him object, no matter why?' Lushington said something, but he felt that again the real Margaret had

slipped away out of sight for a while, leaving somebody else in her

place.

Whenever it happened, he felt a little painful sensation of choking,

like a man who is suddenly deprived of air; until he looked at her and

saw that she was outwardly herself. Then he adjusted the halo of

ideality upon the artist again, and continued to love Margaret Donne

with all his heart.




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