"What right have you to judge me, Abel Revercomb?" she asked angrily.
"I've had one sermon preached at me to-day, and I'll not listen to
another."
"You know I'm not preaching at you, Molly, but I'm a man of flesh and
blood, not of straw. How can I have patience?"
"I never asked you to have patience, did I?"
"No, and I don't believe you want it. If I'd catch hold of you and shake
you, you'd probably like me better."
"It's just as well that you don't try it to see how I'll take it."
"Oh, I shan't try it. I'll go on still believing in you against
yourself, like the born fool I am."
"You may believe in me or not just as you please--but it isn't my fault
if you won't go off and marry Judy Hatch, as I have begged you to.
She's everything on earth that Mr. Mullen preached about to-day in his
sermon."
"Hang Judy Hatch! You are bent on starting a quarrel with me, that is
the trouble. As soon as you mentioned Jonathan Gay I knew what you were
in for."
"As if I couldn't say a man was good looking without putting you into a
rage."
"I'm not in a rage, but I hate a flirt. Every sensible man does.
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