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"You think you know me, Bess, but--" "I am the only person who does know you," she broke in "I have watched you since you were in the cradle When you were ten you fell in love with a little girl and cried when she fell and bruised her nose You have iined yourself in love dozens of ti tiaged yourself to this new one?"

"No, but--"

"Thank God for the 'but,' and let it go at that," she laughed, more freely "I understand why you didn't better than you do You doubted your own feelings You thought you would for once in your life think it over"

"It was not that which held me back"

"I know; it was Irene Mitchell, her fine prospects, and your natural good horse sense Dick, you couldn't carry that silly dreah to save your life You are not made that way Suppose you reallyWhat would you do with her? Well, I'll tell you You would break her heart--that's what you'd do You couldn't fit her into your life if you were deity itself and she were an archangel She sees, but here in this mad town she would be afraid of you, and you would--ask her to keep her finger out of her mouth Why, you would be the joke of every soul in Atlanta Mr Mitchell would despise you You would lose his influence In fact, one too far with Irene Mitchell to turn back now You ed to her, but she and everybody else consider it settled For you to marry any one else now--to turn a woman like Irene down, after the way you have acted--would ruin you socially The men would kick you out of your club You'd never hold your head up afterward Oh, I'ainst thather here on account of your--Dick, I have to speak plainly, ood Dick, passion is the greatest evil on earth It has wroughtelse Passion often fools the wisest of ht, that you loved that pretty girl, but you do not and did not It was simply passion in a new and more subtle dress Up there, with plenty of time on your hands, you looked back on your life and becahtless--not worse than usted and decided to make a fresh start But what sort of start appealed to you? It wasn't to build a hospital with the better part of your capital It wasn't really to undo any of the little thingsest, irl you had ever found You may have told yourself that you would lift her a bit socially, that you would aid her people, make her happy, and what not But passion was at the bottom of it Real love does not feed on ideal forms and perfect complexions The ht eyes is the prime fool of the universe--the whole world loves to sneer at him and watch his prize fade on his hands Real love is above doubt and suspicion, but you would doubt that girl's honesty at the slightest provocation Let another man be alone with her for a moment, and you--"