The tears had come now in spite of all Marion’s struggles, though they were happy tears, and she tried to hurry them away with smiles. “Oh,” she said, “how beautiful of you, how beautiful to say that about my dear father! I knew he was all that and a great deal more, too, but I thought—I thought you would not count——” “You thought that I was a snob,” he said, smiling. “Oh, no!” she said aghast. “Oh, no! I never thought that.” “Yes, yes, you did. There’s no use in denying it. You thought, because I had enjoyed advan…
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