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“Now, don’t lecture on health. I simply can’t stand it. As I was about to say when you interrupted me——”

“I didn’t interrupt you,” protested he.

“Not paying attention is interrupting,” said she. “Anyhow, you’re interrupting now. What I want to say is, the only thing against him is that I don’t love him.”

This seemed to cheer the big, dark, young man. With a certain gayety he replied: “But you soon will. You’ve been well brought up, haven’t you? Well, that means you are—just girl—ready to be whatever your husband chooses to make of you.”

“That’s true of most girls, Chang”—he winced each time she gave him that name—“but it isn’t true of me—at least, not any more. You’ve put all sorts of ideas into my head.”

He started back in dismay before her accusing, reproachful face, so sad, so serious. “I? Put ideas into your head? Why, you were buzzing and boiling with ’em the first time I saw you.”

“But they didn’t amount to anything until you——”

“That’s like a woman!” he exclaimed indignantly. “Trying to shift responsibility to some one else.”