I heard it all the way downstairs on the porch."
"And the miller?"
She was walking beside a clump of lilies, and the colour of the flowers
flamed in her face.
"I saw him for a few minutes this morning."
"How has his marriage turned out?"
"I haven't heard. Like all the others, I suppose."
"Well he's as fine a looking animal as one often encounters. His wife is
that thin, drawn out, anaemic girl I saw at Piping Tree, isn't she? Such
men always seem to marry such women."
"I never thought Judy unattractive. She's really interesting if you take
the trouble to dig deep enough."
"I suppose Revercomb dug, but it isn't as a rule a man's habit to go
around with a spade when he's in want of a wife."
With an impetuous movement, he bent closer to her:
"Look here, Molly, don't you think you might kiss me?"
"I told you the first time I ever saw you that I didn't care for
kissing."
"Well, even if you don't care, can't you occasionally be generous?
You've got a colour in your cheeks like red flowers."
"Oh, have I?"
"The trouble is, I've gone and fallen in love with you and it's turning
my head.
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