But it 's a fearful risk -- a fearful risk . To think that you may make my dear child miserable ! '' `` You know you do n't think that I will , Miss Sally . I 'm not really such a bad fellow , now , am I ? '' `` You are a man -- and I have no confidence whatever in men , '' declared Miss Sally , wiping some very real tears from her eyes with a very unreal sort of handkerchief -- one of the cobwebby affairs of lace her daintiness demanded . `` Miss Sally , why have you such a rooted distrust of men ? '' demanded Willard curiously . `` Somehow , it seems so foreign to your character . '' `` I suppose you think I am a perfect crank , '' said Miss Sally , sighing . `` Well , I 'll tell you why I do n't trust men . I have a very good reason for it . A man broke my heart and embittered my life . I 've never spoken about it to a living soul , but if you want to hear about it , you shall . '' Miss Sally sat down on the second step of the stairs and tucked her wet handkerchief away . She clasped her slender white hands over her knee . In spite of her silvery hair and the little lines on her face she looked girlish and youthful . There was a pink flush on her cheeks , and her big black eyes sparkled with the anger her memories aroused in her . `` I was a young girl of twenty when I met him , '' she said , `` and I was just as foolish as all young girls are -- foolish and romantic and sentimental . He was very handsome and I thought him -- but there , I wo n't go into that . It vexes me to recall my folly .
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