he ■cried, “you’re a gem, a rare jewel. You ha■ven’t changed one little bit. And for Hea■ven’s sake don’t change!” “If you ●mean that I haven’t turned from a gentleman i●nto a cad, then I ha
ven’t changed,” sa■id Martin freeing himself, “and I●’m glad of it.” She tossed her head a●nd the laughter died from her face. ●“I don’t see how you would be a cad to● have fallen in love with a gir●l who is neither unattractive nor■ a fool, and has been your sole companion fr■om morning to night for thre
e weeks. Ninety-■nine men out of a hundred would have● done it.” “I don’t believe it,” said Ma■rtin. “I have a higher estimate of the h■onour of my fellow-men.” “If that’s■ your opinion of me——” she said, and turning ■swiftly walked away. Martin overtoo■k her. “Do you want me to fall i●n love with you?
” he asked.● She halted for a second an■d stamped her foot. “No. Ten thousand ti■mes no. If you did I’d throw vitriol● over you.” She marched on. Marti■n followed in an obfuscated ●frame of mind. She led the way round th●e ramparts and out into the narro●w, cobble-paved streets of the old tow■n, past dil