You are big and
strong and good--that's why--it's all any woman can ask. You are true,
Mark--and that's more than most men----"
"But, Mary, there's Tim," I protested, for I did not care to usurp to
myself the sum of all the virtues allotted to my sex.
"Tim?" said she lightly, as though she had never heard of him.
"Yes, Tim," I said shortly. "Why did you choose me instead of a lad
like Tim?"
"Mark, I care for you more than anyone else in the world," said Mary.
"But do you love me?" I asked quickly.
"I think I do," she said. But reaching up, she turned my collar again
and buttoned my coat against the storm.
XIV
Tim was home in three days. His few months of town life had wrought
many changes in him, and they were for the better. I was forced to
admit that, but I could not help being just a little in awe of him. He
was not as heavy as of old, but there was more firmness in his face and
figure. Perhaps it was his clothes that had given him a strange new
grace, for in the old days he was a ponderous, slow-moving fellow.
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