Farm life -- Indiana -- Fiction; Indiana -- Fiction; Sex role -- Fiction
"It is a very fine, deep, sincere love that I am offering you," said
George Holt. "Of course I could see prosperity sticking out all over
that city chap, but it didn't bother me much, because I knew that you,
of all women, would judge a man on his worth. A rising young
professional man is not to be sneered at, at least until he makes his
start and proves what he can do. I couldn't get an early start,
because I've always had to work, just as you've seen me last summer and
this, so I couldn't educate myself so fast, but I've gone as fast and
far as I could."
Kate winced. This was getting on places that hurt and to matters she
well understood, but she was the soul of candour. "You did very well
to educate yourself as you have, with no help at all," she said.
"I've done my best in the past, I'm going to do marvels in the future,
and whatever I do, it is all for you and yours for the taking," he said
grandiosely.
"Thank you," said Kate. "But are you making that offer when you can't
help seeing that I'm in deep trouble?"
"A thousand times over," he said. "All I want to know about your
trouble is whether there is anything a man of my size and strength can
do to help you."
"Not a thing," said Kate, "in the direction of slaying a gay deceiver,
if that's what you mean. The extent of my familiarities with John
Jardine consists in voluntarily kissing him twice last Sunday night for
the first and last time, once for himself, and once for his mother,
whom I have since ceased to respect."
George Holt was watching her with eyes lynx-sharp, but Kate never saw
it. When she mentioned her farewell of Sunday night, a queer smile
swept over his face and instantly disappeared.
"I should thing any girl might be permitted that much, in saying a
final good-bye to a man who had shown her a fine time for weeks," he
commented casually.
"But I didn't know I was saying good-bye," explained Kate. "I expected
him back in a week, and that I would then arrange to marry him. That
was the agreement we made then."
As she began to speak, George Holt's face flashed triumph at having led
her on; at what she said it fell perceptibly, but he instantly
controlled it and said casually: "In any event, it was your own
business."
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