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"Mary!"
"Nor anything else."
"Well, dear Mary, sooner than not be anything else to you I will tell
you, and yet I don't like. Well, then, if I must, it is that dear old
wrong-headed father of mine. He wants me to marry Julia Clifford."
Mary turned pale directly. "I guessed as much," said she. "Well, she is
young and beautiful and rich, and it is your duty to obey your father."
"But I can't."
"Oh yes, you can, if you try."
"But I can't try."
"Why not?"
"Can't you guess?"
"No."
"Well, then, I love another girl. As opposite to her as light is to
darkness."
Mary blushed and looked down. "Complimentary to Julia," she said. "I pity
her opposite, for Julia is a fine, high-minded girl."
"Ah, Mary, you are too clever for me; of course I mean the opposite in
appearance."
"As ugly as she is pretty?"
"No; but she is a dark girl, and I don't like dark girls. It was a dark
girl that deceived me so heartlessly years ago."
"Ah!"
"And made me hate the whole sex."
"Or only the brunettes?"
"The whole lot.
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