"And how could I have the courage to say a word, when I had
nothing on the face of the earth to offer you but my worthless
self?" answered Tom, warmly.
"That was all I wanted!" whispered Polly, in a tone which caused
him to feel that the race of angels was not entirely extinct.
"I 've always been fond of you, my Polly, but I never realized how
fond till just before I went away. I was n't free, you know, and
besides I had a strong impression that you liked Sydney in spite of
the damper which Fan hinted you gave him last winter. He 's such
a capital fellow, I really don't see how you could help it."
"It is strange; I don't understand it myself; but women are queer
creatures, and there 's no accounting for their tastes," said Polly,
with a sly look, which Tom fully appreciated.
"You were so good to me those last days, that I came very near
speaking out, but could n't bear to seem to be offering you a poor,
disgraced sort of fellow, whom Trix would n't have, and no one
seemed to think worth much.
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