The Mettle of the Pasture by James Lane Allen
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"Did you know anything about this? Has he ever spoken to you about
it?" "No, I am just as much surprised. But then Dent never speaks in advance." She looked at him a little timidly: "I thought perhaps it was this that has been troubling you. You have been trying to hide it from me." He dropped his eyes quickly and made no reply. "And do you suppose he is in earnest, Rowan?" "He would never jest on such a subject." "I mean, do you think he knows his own mind?" "He always does." "But would he marry against my wishes?" "He takes it for granted that you will be pleased: he said so." "But how can he think I'll be pleased? I have never spoken to this girl in my life. I have never seen her except when we have passed them on the turnpike. I never spoke to her father but once and that was years ago when he came here one cold winter afternoon to buy a shock of fodder from your father." |
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