"Can you not love him?"
"Love him!" echoed the widow. "
"I'll bet she still smells to heaven with sour coconut. Marvel was almost dislodged from
his seat on the coffin by a dead dog, which was hurled against him, and struck
him in the face. In truth, she liked Gerald also. ‘But can you? You don’t know Melusine for Mary Remenham’s daughter, any
more than I do. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. ”
She saw him flinch, but he gave no sign of it in his tone. \"Don't they want you to go to Stanford?\"
\"They think it is too much money. What gave the puzzling
twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. It is perfectly intrusive of me, and I quite see that you must
be sick to death of running into such an interfering busybody all the time. She began by being interested in
his demonstrations and his biological theory, then she was attracted by his
character, and then, in a manner, she fell in love with his mind.
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