`` No , '' said my half-sister in an exasperated way . `` Why will you persist in speaking in that way ? You are very provoking . It is not likely I would wish to see you throw yourself away on a poor man , and I 'm sure you must like Gus . '' `` Oh , yes , I like him well enough , '' I said listlessly . `` To be sure , I did think once , in my salad days , that liking was n't quite all in an affair of this kind . I was absurd enough to imagine that love had something to do with it . '' `` Do n't talk so nonsensically , '' said Alicia sharply . `` Love ! Well , of course , you ought to love your husband , and you will . He loves you enough , at all events . '' `` Alicia , '' I said earnestly , looking her straight in the face and speaking bluntly enough to have satisfied even Jack 's love of straightforwardness , `` you married for money and position , so people say . Are you happy ? '' For the first time that I remembered , Alicia blushed . She was very angry . `` Yes , I did marry for money , '' she said sharply , `` and I do n't regret it . Thank heaven , I never was a fool . '' `` Do n't be vexed , Alicia , '' I entreated . `` I only asked because -- well , it is no matter . '' * * * * * Montreal , Jan. 25 , 18 -- .
It is bedtime , but I am too excited and happy and miserable XXXXX sleep .
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