THREE:"No, no, not the boy," replied Merritt, rather impatiently.She had been a foolshe had brooded over a little trivial incident till it had assumed unwarranted proportions and frightened her. Nothing whatever had happened to her and Handshutthey had shared a joke,[Pg 288] that was all. She did not love him, she loved her husband, and she was a fool to have thought anything else. Love was not a drama or a tragedy, but a game and a lark, or at times a comfortable emotion towards one's lawful husband, who was the best and finest man in the world.
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THREE:"Not much, I reckon. She's a very low-class sort, and not at all young."
THREE:"Oh, Joe!"
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