A Marriage Below Zero.
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"Do you think so?" he asked.
I looked at him, wondering.
"I am sure of it," I said, with the beautiful certainty of one who never studies any question except upon the surface.
"You are a dear little girl," he said suddenly, with what I considered absolute irrelevance, "and I would believe you rather than—than him. Let us go home and talk. Do you know, dear, I am beginning to feel so happy in your society—No, no" (hastily), "not as I used to be, Elsie. You are doing so much good. I bless the day when we left London."
I looked up at him gladly; could any words have been sweeter than these to me? I doubt it.
