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R impatiently. "Have you no imagination? Can't you see that you could
not change, and become what you'd have to be if you lived with me?" "You
can make of me what you please," repeated she with loving obstinacy.
"That is not sincere!" cried he. "You may think it is, but it isn't.
Look at me, Jane." "I haven't been doing anything else since we met,"
laughed she. "That's better," said he. "Let's not be solemn. Solemnity
is pose, and when people are posing they get nowhere. You say I can make
of you what I please. Do you mean that you are willing to become a woman
of my class--to be that all your life--to bring up your children in that
way--to give up your fashionable friends--and maid--and carriages--and
Paris clothes--to be a woman who would not make my associates and their
families uncomfortable and shy?" She was silent. She tried to speak, but
lifting her eyes before she began her glance encountered his and her
words died upon her lips. "You know you did not mean that," pursued he.
"Now, I'll tell you what you did mean. You meant that after you and I
were married--or engaged--perhaps you did not intend to go quite so far
as marriage just yet." The color crept into her averted face. "Look at
me!" he comm