In the Days of the Comet by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
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I thought really they were very good letters, and that Nettie was stupid to think otherwise, but I was for the moment clearly aware of the impossibility of conveying that to her. "You wrote them." "But then I tramp seventeen miles to say I don't mean them." "Yes. But perhaps you do." I think I was at a loss; then I said, not very clearly, "I don't." "You think you--you love me, Willie. But you don't." "I do. Nettie! You know I do." For answer she shook her head. I made what I thought was a most heroic plunge. "Nettie," I said, "I'd rather have you than--than my own opinions." The selaginella still engaged her. "You think so now," she said. I broke out into protestations. "No," she said shortly. "It's different now." "But why should two letters make so much difference?" I said. |
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