Mullen in
church it convinces him that I like visiting the sick."
"How can you laugh at him, Molly, if you are going to marry him?"
"Have you positively decided," she inquired, "that I am going to marry
him?"
"Wasn't that what you meant when you threw me over?"
She shook her head, "No, it wasn't what I meant--but since you've made
up your mind, I suppose there's no use for me to say a word?"
"On the whole I don't think there is--for your words are not honest
ones."
"Then why do you judge me by them, Abel?" she asked very softly.
"Because a man must judge by something and I can't look into your heart.
But if I'm not to be your lover," he added, "I'll not be your plaything.
It's now or never."
"Why, Abel!" she exclaimed in mock astonishment.
"It's the last time I shall ever ask you--Molly, will you marry me?"
"You've forgotten poor Mr. Mullen."
"Hang Mr. Mullen! I shall ask you just three times, and the third time
will be the last--Now, Molly will you marry me? That's the second."
"But it's so sudden, Abel."
"If ten years can't prepare you, ten minutes will be no better. Here
goes the third and last, Molly---"
"Abel, how _can_ you be so silly?"
"That's not an answer--will you---"
"Do you mean if I don't promise now, I'll never have the chance again?"
"I've told you--listen---"
"Oh, wait a minute.
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