He slipped the thing back into his pocket. "And now I love you, and I
want you, Mary."
She fell into a sudden agitation. "Oh, but this doesn't seem for me! I'd
put all that behind me! I--" She could scarcely find words. "I, I'm just
Doctor Mary!"
"Lots of people to practice on--bodies and souls too, in the moral
latitude I'm going to!"
Her body seemed to shiver a little, as though before a plunge into deep
water. "I'm very safe here," she whispered.
"Yes, you're safe here," he acknowledged gravely, and stood silent,
waiting for her choice.
"What a decision to have to make!" she cried suddenly. "It's all my life
in a moment! Because I don't want you to go away from me!" She drew near
to him, and put her hands on his shoulders. "I'm not a child, like
Cynthia. I can't dream dreams and make idols any more. I think I see you
as you are, and I don't know whether your love is a good thing." She
paused, searching his eyes with hers very earnestly. Then she went on,
"But if it isn't, I think there's no good thing left for me at all."
"Mary, isn't that your answer to me?" "Yes.
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