more afraid that they would think she was trying to flaunt her triumph over them–the triumph of marrying the great Newton Meldrum. She could bear the laughter; she was used to the town's ridicule. But she could not endure to be triumphing over anybody.

Meldrum did not fret over her motives; he simply nodded.

"All right; then we'll be married in New York. How soon can you start?"

She stared at him, this amazing man. "How soon? Why, I haven't said I'd marry you yet! I'll have to think it over."

He laughed and crushed her in his arms and would not let her breathe till she breathed "Yes."  He was the most amazing man. But, then, men were all so amazing when you got to know them. They must have all gone crazy at once, though.

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