"
"Well, if that's all," George said, reassured, and laughing
confidently, "I guess I won't be very much troubled!" But at once he
became serious again, adopting the tone of argument. "Lucy, how is
anything ever going to get a chance to come of it, so long as you keep
sticking to 'almost'? Doesn't it strike you as unreasonable to have a
'feeling' that we'll never be married, when what principally stands
between us is the fact that you won't be really engaged to me? That
does seem pretty absurd! Don't you care enough about me to marry me?"
She looked down again, pathetically troubled. "Yes."
"Won't you always care that much about me?"
"I'm--yes--I'm afraid so, George. I never do change much about
anything."
"Well, then, why in the world won't you drop the 'almost'?"
Her distress increased. "Everything is--everything--"
"What about 'everything'?"
"Everything is so--so unsettled."
And at that he uttered an exclamation of impatience. "If you aren't
the queerest girl! What is 'unsettled'?"
"Well, for one thing," she said, able to smile at his vehemence, "you
haven't settled on anything to do.
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