Poor little Jane thought she was undone for life. She sat there half
pouting, half weeping, and said she could do nothing about it; that
she was alone now, and if I, her only friend, would treat her that
way, she did not know where to look.
"Where to look?" I demanded. "Look _here_, Jane, here; you might as
well understand, first as last, that I will not be trifled with
longer, and that I intend to continue treating you that way as long as
we both live. I have determined not to permit you to behave as you
have for so long; for I know you love me. You have half told me so a
dozen times, and even your half words are whole truths; there is not a
fraction of a lie in you. Besides, Mary told me that you told her so."
"She did not tell you that?"
"Yes; upon my knightly honor." Of course there was but one answer to
this--tears. I then brought the battle to close quarters at once, and,
with my arm uninterrupted at my lady's waist, asked:
"Did you not tell her so? I know you will speak nothing but the truth.
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