Tarboe I could not marry
him. He is rich, he has control of a great business, he is a man of mark.
Why do you suppose I did it, and for over two years have done the
same?--for he has wanted me all that time. Does not a girl know when a
real man wants her? And Luke Tarboe is a real man. He knows what he
wants, and he goes for it, and little could stop him as he travels. Why
do you suppose I did it?" Her face flushed, anger lit her eyes. "Because
there was another man; but I've only just discovered he's a sham, with no
real love for me. It makes me sorry I ever knew him."
"Me--no real love for you! That's not the truth: it's because I have no
real name to give you--that's why I've spoken as I have. Never have I
cared for anyone except you, Junia, and I could have killed anyone that
wronged you--"
"Kill yourself then," she flashed.
"Have I wronged you, Junia?"
"If you kept me waiting and prevented me from marrying a man I could have
loved, if I hated you--if you did that, and then at last told me to go my
ways, don't you think it wronging me! Don't be a fool, Carnac. You're not
the only man on earth a good girl could love. I tell you, again and again
I have been moved towards Luke Tarboe, and if he had had understanding of
women, I should now be his wife.
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