"You--you really and actually--want to marry me?"
"I do, Kitty, with all my heart."
"You remember about my mother--about Alice?"
"I remember everything. We would face it together."
"And--you know what I told you about my bad temper?"
"Some nonsense, wasn't it? But I should be bored by the domestic dove. I
want the hawk, Kitty, with its quick wings and its daring bright eyes."
She broke from him with a cry.
"You must listen. I
have--a wicked, odious, ungovernable temper. I
should make you miserable."
"Not at all," said Ashe. "I should take it very calmly. I am made that
way."
"And then--I don't know how to put it--but I have fancies--overpowering
fancies--and I must follow them. I have one now for Geoffrey Cliffe."
Ashe laughed.
"Oh, that won't last."
"Then some other will come after it. And I can't help it. It is my
head"--she tapped her forehead lightly--"that seems on fire."
Ashe at last slipped his arm round her.
"But it is your heart--you will give me."
She pushed him away from her and held him at arm's-length.
"You are very rich, aren't you?" she said, in a muffled voice.
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