human
Well, I didn't give him the right. He didn't want it. I guess it was all foolish--everything is foolish. When he found out how I liked books, and how I wanted to know about things, he just naturally was kind and he let me go to his shack to read. Sometimes he was there, sometimes he wasn't. He just thought about me as if I was a little girl--Maggie Falstar used to go sometimes--he told her fairy stories--it was all the same to him, until-- the wonderful colour that very pale people often have rose suddenly to Joyce's face, and the eyes became dreamy--
gpt
Well,
human
It was nothing. I had been reading a book there by myself. It was the kind of story that makes you feel like you was the woman it tells about. Then Mr. Gaston came in, and stood looking at me from the doorway; he seemed like the man in the book too. We looked at each other, and--and I was frightened and I guess he was--for I was grown up all of a sudden. Jude --the girl was appealing to the familiar in him, the comradeship that would stand with her and for her--
gpt
Curse 'im, muttered Jude;
human
If you feel that way, she cried,
gpt
I--I don't feel that way, Jude returned illogically and meekly;
human
He's a good man, Jude Lauzoon; better than any one here in St. Angé; and he isn't our kind--not mine, yours, or any one else's around here. He just made me feel ashamed of myself out in the Meadow to-day. I felt as if I had been bold and--and all wrong, but he wouldn't let me feel that way. He acted like I was a little girl to him again--only different; and--I'm going to tell you something. The pink flush dyed even the white throat now.
gpt
He said he wished I would get married--it was for the best. That's the way he wanted me for himself!