JULIA BRIDE
"Gad, I wish he would, Julia!" said Mr. Pitman with his kind eyes on her.
"Well then, I'd tell him!" And she held her head again high. "But he won't."
It fairly distressed her companion. "Doesn't he want then to know—?"
"He wants not to know. He wants to be told without asking—told, I mean, that each of the stories, those that have come to him, is a fraud and a libel. Qui s'excuse s'accuse, don't they say?—so that do you see me breaking out to him, unprovoked, with four or five what-do-you-call-'ems, the things mother used to have to prove in court, a set of neat little 'alibis' in a row? How can I get hold of so many precious gentlemen, to turn them on? How can they want everything fished up?"
She had paused for her climax, in the intensity of these considerations; which gave Mr. Pitman a chance to express his honest faith. "Why, my sweet child, they'd be just glad—!"
It determined in her loveliness almost a
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