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"Then you have heard it!"
"I wouldn't let it take my appetite," his father suggested drily.
"There are plenty of girls in the world!"
George turned pale.
"Eat your dinner, Georgie," his aunt said sweetly. "Food will do you
good. I didn't say I knew this rumour was true. I only said I'd heard
it."
"When? When did you hear it!"
"Oh, months ago!" And Fanny found any further postponement of
laughter impossible.
"Fanny, you're a hard-hearted creature," Isabel said gently. "You
really are. Don't pay any attention to her, George. Fred Kinney's
only a clerk in his uncle's hardware place: he couldn't marry for
ages--even if anybody would accept him!"
George breathed tumultuously. "I don't care anything about 'ages'!
What's that got to do with it?" he said, his thoughts appearing to be
somewhat disconnected. "Ages,' don't mean anything! I only want to
know--I want to know--I want--" He stopped.
"What do you want?" his father asked crossly.
"Why don't you say it? Don't make such a fuss."
"I'm not--not at all," George declared, pushing his chair back from
the table.


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