Cashel Byron's Profession by George Bernard Shaw
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"You might be serious with me," he said, rising in ill-humor, and walking a little way down the room. "I think the offer of a man's hand ought to be received with respect." "Oh! I did not quite understand. I thought we agreed that you are not to make me that offer every time we meet." "It was equally understood that the subject was only deferred until I should be in a position to resume it without binding you to a long engagement. That time has come now; and I expect a favorable answer at last. I am entitled to one, considering how patiently I have waited for it." "For my part, Wallace, I must say I do not think it wise for you to think of marrying with only three hundred and fifty pounds a year." "With a house: remember that; and coals and gas! You are becoming very prudent, now that you live with Miss Whatshername here. I fear you no longer love me, Alice." "I never said I loved you at any time." "Pshaw! You never said so, perhaps; but you always gave me to understand that--" "I did nothing of the sort, Wallace; and I won't have you say so." |
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