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"
Oh
,
you
were
thinking
of
Mavis
Clare
,
were
you
?
"
he
rejoined
,
with
a
quick
glance
at
me
--
"
But
she
would
be
a
difficult
prize
for
any
man
to
win
.
She
does
not
seek
to
be
married
--
and
she
is
not
uncared
for
,
since
the
whole
world
cares
for
her
.
"
"
That
is
a
sort
of
impersonal
love
;
"
--
I
answered
--
"
It
does
not
give
her
the
protection
such
a
woman
needs
,
and
ought
to
obtain
.
"
"
Do
you
want
to
become
her
lover
?
"
he
asked
with
a
slight
smile
--
"
I
'm
afraid
you
've
no
chance
!
"
"
I
!
Her
lover
!
Good
God
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
the
blood
rushing
hotly
to
my
face
at
the
mere
suggestion
--
"
What
a
profane
idea
!
"
"
You
are
right
--
it
is
profane
;
"
--
he
agreed
,
still
smiling
--
"
It
is
as
though
I
should
propose
your
stealing
the
sacramental
cup
from
a
church
,
with
just
this
difference
--
you
might
succeed
in
running
off
with
the
cup
because
it
is
only
the
church
's
property
,
but
you
would
never
succeed
in
winning
Mavis
Clare
,
inasmuch
as
she
belongs
to
God
.
You
know
what
Milton
says
:
'
So
dear
to
Heaven
is
saintly
chastity
That
when
a
soul
is
found
sincerely
so
,
A
thousand
liveried
angels
lacquey
her
,
Driving
far
off
each
thing
of
sin
and
guilt
,
