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Lucina turned and looked in his face sadly, yet with a soft stateliness. "No," said she, "I will not. I do not see, after all, why I should be unhappy, or you either. Many people do not marry. I dare say they are happier. Aunt Camilla seems happy. I shall be like her. There is nothing to hinder our friendship. We can always be friends, like brothers and sisters even, and you can come to see me "
Lucina looked at the cluster of grave men, and was innocently proud and sure that her father was much finer-looking than any one of them, and, moreover, doubted irreverently if any one of them could shoot rabbits or catch fish, or do anything but sign his name with that stiff pen.
It was his first letter from Lucina. "Lucina Merritt." This letter, modelled after the fashion which Lucina had learned at school, whereby she bound and laced over with set words and phrases, as with a species of emotional stays, her love and pity, not considering it decorous to give them full breath, filled Jerome with happiness and despair.
"Well, dear?" "I have been thinking how pleasant it would be to have another little tea-party, here in the arbor; would you have any objections?" "My dear Lucina!" cried Miss Camilla, and looked at her niece with gentle delight at the suggestion.
All the young people in Upham had been invited; the Squire's three boon companions, Doctor Prescott and his wife, and the minister and his daughter, were the only elders bidden, since the party was for Lucina. "The door's open," Elmira whispered, nervously. "Is it right to knock when the door's open, or walk right in, O Jerome?"
She stopped putting on a special gown to please Jerome should he come; she stopped watching out for him; she stopped healing her mind with hope in order that it might be torn open afresh with disappointment, but the wound remained and gaped to her consciousness, and Lucina was a tender thing.
Soon, however, Lucina spoke, without turning her head. "I can understand," said she, with the gentlest and yet the most complete dignity, for she spoke from her goodness of heart, "that a person has often to do what he thinks best, and not explain it to any other person, because it is between him and his own conscience.
With the gramophone, the cinema, and the automatic pistol, the goddess of Applied Science has presented the world with another gift, more precious even than these the means of dissociating love from propagation. Eros, for those who wish it, is now an entirely free god; his deplorable associations with Lucina may be broken at will.
She carried a ruffled green silk parasol to shield herself from the sun, though her hat had a wide brim and flapped low over her eyes. Her mother had remonstrated with her for going out in the heat, since she had not looked quite well of late. "You will make your head ache," said she. "It is so cool in Aunt Camilla's north room," pleaded Lucina, and had her way.
Jerome decided that he would not go to see Lucina Merritt that Sunday night. He knew that she expected him, though there had been no formal agreement to that effect; he knew that she would wonder at his non-appearance, and, even though she were not disappointed, that she would think him untruthful and unmannerly. "Let her," he told himself, harshly, fairly scourging himself with his resolution.
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