"Tell me, truly, have you never repented
of your hint to Sydney?"
"Never!" cried Polly, throwing back the brown veil behind which
she had half hidden her face at first.
"On your honor, as an honest girl?"
"On my honor, as anything you please. Why do you suspect me of
it?" demanded Polly, almost angrily.
"Because something is wrong with you. It 's no use to deny it, for
you 've got the look I used to see in that very glass on my own face
when I thought he cared for you. Forgive me, Polly, but I can't help
saying it, for it is there, and I want to be as true to you as you were
to me if I can."
Fanny's face was full of agitation, and she spoke fast and frankly,
for she was trying to be generous and found it very hard. Polly
understood now and put her fear at rest by saying almost
passionately, "I tell you I don't love him! If he was the only man in
the world, I would n't marry him, because I don't want to."
The last three words were added in a different tone, for Polly had
checked herself there with a half-frightened look and turned away
to hide her face behind her hair again.
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