It must be as her
tante-gra'mere said, that girls had too much liberty in the Territory.
Jules Vigo and Billy Edgar had both proposed in one day, and Angelique
hid herself in the loom-house, feeling peculiarly humbled and ashamed to
face the family, until her godmother had her almost forcibly brought
back to the usual post.
"I love you," said Rice Jones.
"But please, no, Monsieur Zhone, no."
"I love you," he repeated, compressing his lips. "Why 'no, Monsieur
Zhone, no'?"
"I do not know." Angelique drew her hand back and arranged her roses
over and over, looking down at them in blind distress.
"Is it Pierre Menard?"
She glanced up at him reproachfully.
"Oh, monsieur, it is only that I do not want"--She put silence in the
place of words. "Monsieur," she then appealed, "why do men ask girls who
do not want them to? If one appeared anxious, then it would be
reasonable."
"Not to men," said Rice, smiling. "We will have what is hard to be got.
I shall have you, my Angelique. I will wait.
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