I am done with you. I have
been on the verge of telling you so many times of late."
"Is THAT what you sent Grant after me to tell me?"
"No," answered she. "I sent him on an impulse to save the
engagement. But while he was gone it suddenly came over me that
you were right--entirely right. I accept your decision. You're
afraid to marry me because of your political future. I'm afraid to
marry you because of my stomach. You--nauseate me. I've been under
some kind of hideous spell. I'm free of it now. I see you as you
are. I am ashamed of myself."
"I thought so! I knew it would come!" exclaimed Arkwright
triumphantly.
Craig, who had been standing like a stock, suddenly sprang into
action. He seized Arkwright by the throat and bore him to the
ground. "I've got to kill something," he yelled. "Why not you?"
This unexpected and vulgar happening completely upset Margaret's
pride and demolished her dignified pose. She gazed in horror at
the two men struggling, brute-like, upon the grass. Her refined
education had made no provision for such an emergency. She rushed
forward, seized Craig by the shoulders. "Get up!" she cried
contemptuously, and she dragged him to his feet.
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