What Diantha Did by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
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"Wouldn't you let me work--to help you, Ross?" "My dearest girl, you've got something far harder than that to do for me, and that's wait." His face darkened again, and he passed his hand over his forehead. "Sometimes I feel as if I ought not to hold you at all!" he burst out, bitterly. "You ought to be free to marry a better man." "There aren't any!" said Diantha, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "And if there were--millions--I wouldn't marry any of 'em. I love _you,"_ she firmly concluded. "Then we'll just _wait,"_ said he, setting his teeth on the word, as if he would crush it. "It won't be hard with you to help. You're better worth it than Rachael and Leah together." They walked a few steps silently. "But how about science?" she asked him. "I don't let myself think of it. I'll take that up later. We're young enough, both of us, to wait for our happiness." "And have you any idea--we might as well face the worst--how many years do you think that will be, dearest?" He was a little annoyed at her persistence. Also, though he would not admit the thought, it did not seem quite the thing for her to ask. A woman should not seek too definite a period of waiting. She ought to |
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