That's God's truth. If I hesitated it was only because I was driven
crazy with--"
"It's a great pity about your love," she sneered; her eyes flashed, and
she snapped her fingers in his face, her breast rising and falling in
agitation. "Sweethearts may be hard to find, and husbands, too, but I
wouldn't marry you--you who have no more gentlemanly instincts than to
blame a girl for what happened when she was a helpless little baby."
"What--what do you mean by that, Harriet?" he questioned, his eyes
opening wide. "I have never--"
"You told me--or, at least, you showed it mighty plain--" she broke in,
"that it was because I was a foundling and never knew who my real
parents were that you have such a contempt for me."
"Harriet, as God is my judge, I don't know what you're talking about.
You have never mentioned such a thing to me before."
"Oh yes, I did," she was studying his startled face curiously, "or
rather you told me you knew about it--that you had heard of it."
"But I had never heard of it--I never dreamed of it till this minute.
Besides that would not make a particle of difference to me.
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