"Looky' here, I'm older
than you, and I know men a sight better. Mr. Westerfelt is a nice man
and a good enough catch, but he's got plenty of faults. You've just
got to listen to reason. Some men will despise a girl quicker for
letting themselves be run over than anything else, and he's one of that
sort. He has deliberately insulted you by throwing up a delicate
matter to you, which God knows you couldn't help, and now--well, he's a
purty thing to dictate to you who you go with--"
"Mother, something was wrong with his mind when he said that,"
interrupted Harriet. "He's just gettin' well, that's all. Oh, mother,
he loves me--I know he does--I know it! I'll bet he hardly remembers
what he said. And now this old Bascom Bates has come between us."
Mrs. Floyd was moved, in spite of her desire to hold her ground.
"Yes," she admitted, "I think he acts like he loves you, and after
staying away so long, his wanting to go with you to-day looks powerful
like he has come to his senses at last. But you will spoil it all if
you slight another respectable man to please him.
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