She would
sooner have leaped at the blackest, darkest, dirtiest river in the county.
"There," she said, "that will do," gently extricating herself from his
arms. "Some girls are different, I know; but you must take me as I am, Sir
Griffin; that is, if you do take me."
"Why can't you drop the Sir?"
"Oh yes; I can do that."
"And you do love me?" There was a pause, while she tried to swallow the
lie. "Come; I'm not going to marry any girl who is ashamed to say that she
loves me. I like a little flesh and blood. You do love me?"
"Yes," she said. The lie was told; and for the moment he had to be
satisfied. But in his heart he didn't believe her. It was all very well
for her to say that she wasn't like other girls. Why shouldn't she be like
other girls? It might, no doubt, suit her to be made Lady Tewett; but he
wouldn't make her Lady Tewett if she gave herself airs with him. She
should lie on his breast and swear that she loved him beyond all the
world, or else she should never be Lady Tewett. Different from other girls
indeed! She should know that he was different from other men. Then he
asked her to come and take a walk about the grounds.
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