"If that is the only thing you will give me for a wedding present, I think
I won't accept it;" then bending over her, said tenderly, "My darling! I
want you to give me yourself!"
Dexie was on her feet in a moment, her embroidery forgotten.
"Mr. Traverse! do you wish to insult me? How little you must respect me, to
speak to me like that!"
"My little girl, why will you misunderstand me? Don't you know that I love
you with my whole heart--will you not let me tell you?" as she shrank away
from him.
"Those are strange words to say to me, Mr. Traverse, after telling us about
your approaching marriage; and papa thinks you are a gentleman."
"And you do not!" smiling at her indignant look. "Dearest, you must let me
explain," and he came nearer.
"No! I will hear no explanation! there can be none after what you have
said! Is it honorable to say such things to me while you are looking
forward to marriage with another?" and her eyes flashed angrily.
"Dexie, you are mistaken. Surely you do not think me such a villain!"
"What else do your words imply?"
"That I am looking forward to my marriage with you, dearest; that was what
I meant to-night," taking a step nearer, and looking at her tenderly.
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