... Those who marry for
money regret it, but not so much as those who marry only for love
--when poverty begins to pinch and to drag everything fine and
beautiful down into the mud. Besides, I don't love anybody--thank
God! If I did, Lucia, I'm afraid I'd not have the courage!"
"I'm sure you couldn't!" cried Lucia, eager to save all possible
illusion about her sister. Then, remorseful for disloyal
thoughts: "And, if it wasn't right, I'm sure you'd not do it. You
MAY fall in love with him afterward."
"Yes," assented Margaret, kissing Lucia on an impulse of
gratitude. "Yes, I may. I probably shall. Surely, I'm not to go
through life never doing anything I ought to do."
"He's really handsome, in that bold, common way. And you can teach
him."
Margaret laughed with genuine mirth. "How surprised he'd be,"
she exclaimed, "if he could know what's going on in my head!"
"He'll be on his knees to you," pursued Lucia, wonderfully cheered
up by her confidence in the miracles Margaret's teaching would
work. "And he'll do whatever you say."
"Yes, I'll teach him," said Margaret, herself more hopeful; for
must always improves with acquaintance. "I'll make him over
completely.
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