He offered to, once, and I refused, and within
three hours of that I believe he was bargaining for you. Well, and
then it was the old story, he fell more and more in love with you and
of course I had no hold upon him."
"Yes," said Ida, moving impatiently, "but why do you tell me all this?
It is very painful and I had rather not hear it."
"Why do I tell you? I tell you because I do not wish you to marry
Edward Cossey. I tell you because I wish /him/ to feel a little of
what /I/ have to feel, and because I have said that he should /not/
marry you."
"I wish that you could prevent it," said Ida, with a sudden outburst.
"I am sure you are quite welcome to Mr. Cossey so far as I am
concerned, for I detest him, and I cannot imagine how any woman could
ever have done otherwise."
"Thank you," said Belle; "but I have done with Mr. Cossey, and I think
I hate him too. I know that I did hate him when I met him in the
street just now and he told me that he was not engaged to you. You say
that you detest him, why then do you marry him--you are a free woman?"
"Do you want to know?" said Ida, wheeling round and looking her
visitor full in the face. "I am going to marry him for the same reason
that you say caused you to marry--because I /must/. I am going to
marry him because he lent us money on condition that I promised to
marry him, and as I have taken the money, I must give him his price,
even if it breaks my heart.
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