She made a slight gesture of pleading. "Until you know me better," she
said.
His brows went up. "That's not a business proposition, is it? You don't
really expect me to agree to that. Now do you?"
"Ah! But you've got to understand," she said rather piteously. "I'm not
in the least the sort of woman you think I am. I'm not--Dick, I'm not--a
specially good woman."
She spoke the words with painful effort, her eyes wavered before his. But
in a moment, without hesitation, he had leapt to the rescue.
"My darling, don't tell me that! I can see what you are. I know! I know!
I don't want your own valuation. I won't listen to it. It's the one point
on which your opinion has no weight whatever with me. Please don't say
any more about it! It's you that I love--just as you are. If you were one
atom less human, you wouldn't be you, and my love--our love--might never
have been."
She sighed. "It would have saved a lot of trouble if it hadn't, Dick."
"Don't be silly!" he said. "Is there anything else that matters
half as much?"
She was silent, but her look was dubious. He drew suddenly close to her,
and slipped his hand through her arm.
"Is there anything else that really matters at all, Juliet? Tell me! I've
got to know.
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