"Miss Smith--Belinda," sighed the young man, passionately, "there is
something I want to tell you--something that I----"
"What is it?" asked the girl, as she leaned back in her chair, with a
bored expression on her face.
The young man drew a long breath, and his face turned to dull purple.
"It is a question which is very near to any heart," he said awkwardly.
"Could you--do you think you could ever marry a man like me?"
"Oh, yes," replied Belinda, quite calmly, "that is, if he wasn't too
much like you!"
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