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"
Do
you
call
it
idiotic
to
refuse
to
marry
a
man
I
do
n't
love
?
"
said
Anne
coldly
,
goaded
to
reply
"
You
do
n't
know
love
when
you
see
it
.
You
've
tricked
something
out
with
your
imagination
that
you
think
love
,
and
you
expect
the
real
thing
to
look
like
that
.
There
,
that
's
the
first
sensible
thing
I
've
ever
said
in
my
life
.
I
wonder
how
I
managed
it
?
"
"
Phil
,
"
pleaded
Anne
,
"
please
go
away
and
leave
me
alone
for
a
little
while
.
My
world
has
tumbled
into
pieces
.
I
want
to
reconstruct
it
.
"
"
Without
any
Gilbert
in
it
?
"
said
Phil
,
going
.
A
world
without
any
Gilbert
in
it
!
Anne
repeated
the
words
drearily
.
Would
it
not
be
a
very
lonely
,
forlorn
place
?
Well
,
it
was
all
Gilbert
's
fault
.
He
had
spoiled
their
beautiful
comradeship
.
She
must
just
learn
to
live
without
it
.
The
fortnight
Anne
spent
in
Bolingbroke
was
a
very
pleasant
one
,
with
a
little
under
current
of
vague
pain
and
dissatisfaction
running
through
it
whenever
she
thought
about
Gilbert
.
There
was
not
,
however
,
much
time
to
think
about
him
.
"
Mount
Holly
,
"
the
beautiful
old
Gordon
homestead
,
was
a
very
gay
place
,
overrun
by
Phil
's
friends
of
both
sexes
.
There
was
quite
a
bewildering
succession
of
drives
,
dances
,
picnics
and
boating
parties
,
all
expressively
lumped
together
by
Phil
under
the
head
of
"
jamborees
"
;
Alec
and
Alonzo
were
so
constantly
on
hand
that
Anne
wondered
if
they
ever
did
anything
but
dance
attendance
on
that
will-o
'
-
the-wisp
of
a
Phil
.
They
were
both
nice
,
manly
fellows
,
but
Anne
would
not
be
drawn
into
any
opinion
as
to
which
was
the
nicer
.
"
And
I
depended
so
on
you
to
help
me
make
up
my
mind
which
of
them
I
should
promise
to
marry
,
"
mourned
Phil
.
"
You
must
do
that
for
yourself
.
You
are
quite
expert
at
making
up
your
mind
as
to
whom
other
people
should
marry
,
"
retorted
Anne
,
rather
caustically
.
"
Oh
,
that
's
a
very
different
thing
,
"
said
Phil
,
truly
.
But
the
sweetest
incident
of
Anne
's
sojourn
in
Bolingbroke
was
the
visit
to
her
birthplace
--
the
little
shabby
yellow
house
in
an
out-of-the-way
street
she
had
so
often
dreamed
about
.
She
looked
at
it
with
delighted
eyes
,
as
she
and
Phil
turned
in
at
the
gate
.
