"Is that
true?"
"No," replied Montague, "not precisely that." He hesitated.
"I don't understand about it," she continued. "Do you think I ought
not to marry him?"
Montague studied her face. "Tell me," he said, "have you made up
your mind to marry him?"
"No," she answered, "I cannot say that I have."
"If you have," he added, "of course there is no use in my talking
about it."
"I wish you would tell me just what happened between you and him,"
exclaimed the girl.
"It was simply," said Montague, "that I found that Curtiss was
doing, in a business way, something which I considered improper.
Other people are doing it, of course--he has that excuse."
"Well, he has to earn a living," said Alice.
"I know," said the other; "and if he marries, he will have to earn
still more of a living. He will only place himself still tighter in
the grip of these forces of corruption."
"But what did he do?" asked Alice, anxiously. Montague told her the
story.
"But, Allan," she said, "I don't see what there is so very bad about
that.
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