Mr. Breen is so modest he doesn't
want anybody to thank him, and I just would."
Miss Felicia felt that she had entered just in time. Scarred and
penniless heroes fresh from battle-fields of glory and desirable
young women whose fathers have been carried bodily out of burning
death pits must never be left too long together.
CHAPTER XVIII
As the weeks rolled by, two questions constantly rose in Ruth's
mind: Why had he not wanted her to thank him?--and what had he
meant by--"And is that all?"
Her other admirers--and there had been many in her Maryland home--
had never behaved like this. Was it because they liked her better
than she liked them? The fact was--and she might as well admit it
once for all--that Jack did not like her at all, he really
DISliked her, and only his loyalty to her father and that inborn
courtesy which made him polite to every woman he met--young or
old--prevented his betraying himself. She tried to suggest
something like this to Miss Felicia, but that good woman had only
said: "Men are queer, my dear, and these Southerners are the
queerest of them all.
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