It was really the thought of the kitchen that finished Miss Sally . `` You 've tricked me , '' she said again reproachfully . `` You 've tricked me into loving this house so much that I can not bear the thought of it never living . You 'll have to have Joyce , I suppose . And I believe I 'm glad that it is n't a stranger who is to be the mistress of Eden . Joyce wo n't hanker after pink rugs and lace curtains . And her taste in china is the same as mine . In one way it 's a great relief to my mind . 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 XXXXX a living soul , but if you want to hear about it , you shall . ''
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