I was too passionately in love with my
prospective alma mater to care whether I could love my fianc?e or
not
"I have a fellow for you," I said to Gussie, under the guise of
pleasantry, meeting her in the street one day. "Something fine."
"Who is it--yourself?" she asked, quickly
"You have guessed it right."
"Have I? Then tell your fellow to go to all the black devils."
"Why?"
"Because."
"If I could go to college--"
"You want me to pay your bills, do you?"
"Wouldn't you like to be the wife of a doctor? You would take
rides in my carriage--"
"You mean the other way around: you would ride in my carnage
and I should have to start a breach-of-promise case against 'Dr.
Levinsky.' You'll have to look for a bigger fool than I," she
concluded, with a smile
It was an attractive smile, full of good nature and common sense.
A smile of this kind often makes a homely face pretty. Gussie's
did not. The light it shed only served to publish her ugliness. But I
did not care. The infatuation I had brought with me from Antomir
had not yet completely faded out, anyhow.
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