It was like a penny dreadful." She was biting her lip, and though her eyes were cool and level-looking as ever, the tell-tale angry red was in her cheeks.
"Of course, if you don't want to marry me--" "But I do," he hastily interposed.
"Oh, you do--" "But don't you see, little girl, I want you to love me," he hurried on.
"Otherwise, it would be only half a marriage.

I don't want you to marry me simply because by so doing a stop is put to the beach gossip, nor do I want you to marry me out of some foolish romantic notion.

I shouldn't want you.

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