"You have me this time," he said, trying in vain to solve her reply.
Kitty tossed her head. "No, I haven't got you this time, thank Heaven,
and I don't want you; but I'd rather marry you than live with you, as I
said. Isn't it the custom for really nice-minded people to marry to get
rid of each other--for five years, or for ever and ever and ever?"
"What a girl you are, Kitty Tynan!" he said reprovingly. He saw that
she meant Crozier and his wife.
Kitty ceased her work for an instant and, looking away from him into the
distance, said: "Three people said those same words to me all in one day
a thousand years ago. It was Mr. Crozier, Jesse Bulrush, and my mother;
and now you've said it a thousand years after; as with your inexpensive
education and slow mind you'd be sure to do."
"I have an idea that Mrs. Crozier said the same to you also this very
day. Did she--come, did she?"
"She didn't say, 'What a girl you are!' but in her mind she probably did
say, 'What a vixen!"'
The Young Doctor nodded satirically. "If you continued as you began when
coming from the station, I'm sure she did; and also I'm sure it wasn't
wrong of her to say it."
"I wanted her to say it. That's why I uttered the too, too utter-things,
as the comic opera says.
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