The money is
yours whenever you apply for it. That--"
"Oh--but I shall not apply for it. I don't want it, you see."
"It is not a question of whether you want it or not. It is yours--in
just the way that the furniture in this room is yours. You simply have
no right to evade it."
Through all the agitation she felt in the sudden dragging out of this
long-buried subject, his air of dictatorial authority brought the blood
to her cheek.
"I have a right to evade it, in the first place, and in the second, I am
not evading it at all. He took it; I let him keep it. That is the whole
situation. I don't want it--I couldn't touch it--"
"Well, don't decide that now. There would be no harm, I suppose, in your
talking with your mother about it--even with some man in whose judgment
you have confidence. You will feel differently when you have had time to
think it over. Probably it--"
"Thinking it over will make not the slightest difference in the way I
feel--"
"Perhaps it would if you stopped thinking about it from a purely selfish
point of view. Other--"
"_What_?"
"I say," he repeated dryly, "that you should stop thinking of the matter
from a purely selfish point of view.
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