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"I'll pull some caveman stuff on you," he threatened tenderly, "if I
ever hear you talk like that again. In the first place, you mean
more to me than anything or anybody. In the second place, nobody is
going to penalize me. They won't try. There's no real reason they
should. You'll see. While the governor is horribly annoyed about
what he calls a disgraceful quarrel, he doesn't even dream of blaming
you. He lays it to his sons' fiery tempers and shameful lack of
self-control. He'll cool off. And having known you, he'd never
dream of following Grove's lead. I know him. He's fair. If we
should happen to live in Vancouver this winter, and we care to go
out, you'll see that most of these high-flying friends of Grove's
will conveniently forget, and be very nice to us--because we are what
we are. There are enough people of some consequence to accept us as
such and the rest will follow suit. Oh, I know them. They're just
like sheep. That's a side issue. It can't make any difference to
us."
Mary snuggled her hand in his.
"I hope not," she murmured.
"It can't," he declared. "It wouldn't make much difference if it
worked out the other way. No," he grew reflective, "I'm like you. I
don't see things from the same angle as most of the sleek,
comfortably insulated people I know, nor do I want to. I want to
know where I'm going, and why. It isn't just enough to eat, drink
and be merry. I'm lucky in a material way, perhaps. I happened to
be well-born, and I've had security wrapped about me like a blanket.
Still, I doubt the value and permanence of a lot of things that many
people--my own people included--take for granted. I run true to
form, just as Grove does. Only I think his form is rotten. That's
why we don't hitch. I know we should have come to an open break
sometime, if you had never been a factor. I despise him because he
is what he is and does what he does. And he hates me because he's
impressionable enough to feel that contempt. Anybody or anything
that Grove can't dominate he dislikes. You know, I have a fancy that
he sometimes feels he's shoddy, and tries to bolster himself up with
the high-and-mighty pose. But after all that doesn't matter, either.
I'm what I am and I shouldn't be cocky about it, I suppose."
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