"Molly," he said, riding closer to her as they passed into the turnpike,
"I wish I knew why we are going on this wild goose chase after the
miller?"
"I'm not going after him--it's only that I want to hear him speak. I
don't see why that should surprise you."
"I didn't know that you were interested in politics?"
"I'm not--in politics."
"In the miller then?"
"Why shouldn't I be interested in him? I've known him all my life."
"The fact remains that you're in a different position now and can't
afford a free rein to your sportive fancies."
"He'd be the last to admit what you say about position--if you mean
class. He doesn't believe in any such thing, nor do I."
"Money, my dear, is the only solid barrier--but he's got a wife,
anyway."
"Judy and I are friends. That's another reason for my wanting to hear
him."
"But to ride six miles at three o'clock on a scorching day to listen to
a stump speech by a rustic agitator, seems to me a bit ridiculous."
"There was no reason for your coming, Jonathan. I didn't ask you."
"I accept the reproof, and I am silent--but I can't resist returning it
by telling you that you need a man's strong hand as much as any woman I
ever saw.
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