The Reef by Edith Wharton
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THAT," she exclaimed, almost impatiently; "it's not people
I'm afraid of! They've never put themselves out for me--why on earth should I care about them?" He liked her directness as he had never liked it before. "Well, then, what is it? Not ME, I hope?" "No, not you: I like you. It's the money! With me that's always the root of the matter. I could never yet afford a treat in my life!" Is THAT all?" He laughed, relieved by her naturalness. "Look here; since we re talking as man to man--can't you trust me about that too?" "Trust you? How do you mean? You'd better not trust ME!" she laughed back sharply. "I might never be able to pay up!" His gesture brushed aside the allusion. "Money may be the root of the matter; it can't be the whole of it, between friends. Don't you think one friend may accept a small service from another without looking too far ahead or weighing too many chances? The question turns entirely on what you think of me. If you like me well enough to be willing to take a few days' holiday with me, just for the pleasure of the thing, and the pleasure you'll be giving me, let's shake hands on it. If you don't like me well enough we'll shake hands too; only I shall be sorry," he ended. |
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