"
"He wasn't? Well, it seems to me he gave up everything he wanted to
do--it was fool stuff, but he certainly wanted it mighty bad--he just
threw it away and walked right up and took the job he swore he never
would--just for you. And it looks to me as if a man that'd do that
must think quite a heap o' the girl he does it for! You say it was
only because he was sorry, but let me tell you there's only ONE girl
he could feel THAT sorry for! Yes, sir!"
"No, no," she said. "Bibbs isn't like other men--he would do anything
for anybody."
Sheridan grinned. "Perhaps not so much as you think, nowadays," he
said. "For instance, I got kind of a suspicion he doesn't believe in
'sentiment in business.' But that's neither here nor there. What he
wanted was, just plain and simple, for you to marry him. Well, I was
afraid his thinkin' so much OF you had kind o' sickened you of him--
the way it does sometimes. But from the way you talk, I understand
that ain't the trouble." He coughed, and his voice trembled a little.
"Now here, Miss Vertrees, I don't have to tell you--because you see
things easy--I know I got no business comin' to you like this, but
I had to make Bibbs go my way instead of his own--I had to do it for
the sake o' my business and on his own account, too--and I expect
you got some idea how it hurt him to give up.
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