Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. And so sudden and well-directed was the assault, that he completely overthrew his gigantic antagonist. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is called an “ideal. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. That's the kind, my friend, that always fall soft. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. Men do not understand constancy as women do.
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