The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 215: what you’re looking at

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208 A Chicago Romance. make the advances. I never acted as if I thought she was a flirt. Never mentioned poor Tom’s name. Of course that worried her and one evening she lost her temper. ““You are a heartless brute,’ she said to me. “T pleaded guilty to being an animal, insomuch as I was a man, and she laughed and then cried. “It isn’t pleasant to see a woman in tears. And—it isn't safe. You know what some old philosopher has said about a woman always having her way with a man when she begins to weep! So I thought I would better retire gracefully. “T think I said a few farewell words courteously and was about to withdraw. But before I reached the door she had flung herself in front of me. “*VYou shall not go,’ she said. ‘You are a brute.’ “So you informed me before,’ I replied, ‘and I agreed with you.’ “Well, whatever was the cause, I do not know, but the next moment her arms were around my neck and her head on my bosom. ““T love you,’ she said. ‘I cannot let you go. I know you despise me. But I love you. My pride is all gone. You have conquered me. I love you.’ ” “Well?” I queried, as he stopped. “Well? My curiosity and my desire for revenge were both satisfied and I left for Europe on the next steamer. In three months I heard of her marriage to Fred Archer. It seems that they had been secretly engaged for several GOMIGDOOKS (E(o)