"Yes, if he had been like that I should
never have left him and all this would not have happened," she thought
again; "and if I had been like this would he ever have quarrelled with
me?" she asked herself the instant afterwards.
And Gay, walking at her side, but separated by a mental universe, was
thinking resentfully, "The deuce of it is that it might just as well
never have happened! If I'd only been a little less of a fool--If I'd
only not walked my horse across the pasture that October afternoon--If
I'd only had sense enough to see what was coming--If I'd only--oh, hang
it!"
"I'd be a better man to-day if I'd known you sooner, Molly," he said
presently. "A man couldn't tire of you because you're never the same
thing two days in succession."
"Doesn't a man tire of change?"
"I don't--it's the most blessed thing in life. I wonder why you've given
up flirting?"
"Perhaps because there isn't anybody to flirt with."
"I like that. Am I not continually at your service?"
"But I don't like your kind of flirting, somehow."
"What you want, I suppose, is a perpetual supply of Mullens. Have you
seen him, by the way?"
"He called on Aunt Angela this morning and read a chapter from the
Bible.
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