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“
Oh
,
yes
—
John
.
I
meant
Lawrence
.
Not
,
of
course
,
that
I
care
whether
Lawrence
hates
me
or
not
.
Still
,
it
’
s
rather
horrid
when
no
one
loves
you
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
“
But
they
do
,
Cynthia
dear
,
”
I
said
earnestly
.
“
I
’
m
sure
you
are
mistaken
.
Look
,
there
is
John
—
and
Miss
Howard
—
—
”
Cynthia
nodded
rather
gloomily
.
“
Yes
,
John
likes
me
,
I
think
,
and
of
course
Evie
,
for
all
her
gruff
ways
,
wouldn
’
t
be
unkind
to
a
fly
.
But
Lawrence
never
speaks
to
me
if
he
can
help
it
,
and
Mary
can
hardly
bring
herself
to
be
civil
to
me
.
She
wants
Evie
to
stay
on
,
is
begging
her
to
,
but
she
doesn
’
t
want
me
,
and
—
and
—
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
”
Suddenly
the
poor
child
burst
out
crying
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
possessed
me
.
Her
beauty
,
perhaps
,
as
she
sat
there
,
with
the
sunlight
glinting
down
on
her
head
;
perhaps
the
sense
of
relief
at
encountering
someone
who
so
obviously
could
have
no
connection
with
the
tragedy
;
perhaps
honest
pity
for
her
youth
and
loneliness
.
Anyway
,
I
leant
forward
,
and
taking
her
little
hand
,
I
said
awkwardly
:
“
Marry
me
,
Cynthia
.
”
Unwittingly
,
I
had
hit
upon
a
sovereign
remedy
for
her
tears
.
She
sat
up
at
once
,
drew
her
hand
away
,
and
said
,
with
some
asperity
:
“
Don
’
t
be
silly
!
”
I
was
a
little
annoyed
.
“
I
’
m
not
being
silly
.
I
am
asking
you
to
do
me
the
honour
of
becoming
my
wife
.
”
