Evidently she had expected another answer.
He made no reply; and she lay back among the cushions considering what he had said, the flush of surprise still lingering in her cheeks.
"How can I marry you," she asked, "when I would--would not care to endure a--a caress from any man--even from you?
It--such things--would spoil it all.

I _don't_ love you--that way.

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