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"But you will not, will you? Promise me you will not."
"I wish I could," said Joe, "and then you could have the money"--
"But I would not let you," interrupted Ronald. "I would go off and get
married by license, and that sort of thing."
"Without asking Miss Brandon?" suggested Joe.
"Nonsense!" ejaculated Ronald, coloring for the twentieth time.
"I think we are talking nonsense altogether," said Joe, seriously. "I do
not think, indeed I am quite sure, I shall never marry."
"How absurd!" cried Ronald. "The idea of your not marrying. It is
perfectly ridiculous."
The name of John Harrington was on his lips, but he checked himself. John
was gone abroad, and with more than usual tact, Ronald reflected that, if
Joe had really cared for the man, an allusion to him would be unkind. But
Joe only shook her head, and let her cousin's words pass unanswered.
She had long suspected, from Ronald's frequent allusions to Sybil, which
were generally accompanied by some change of manner, that he was either
already in love with the fair American girl, or that he soon would be, and
the acknowledgment she had now received from himself gave her infinite
pleasure.
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