"I'm afraid you don't care much about me, Sarah Jane."

"I don't like your eyes," she answered. "I like the rest of
you very well. And, after all's said, you can't help 'em."

"There 'tis!" he exclaimed, half in admiration, half in
annoyance. "What girl on God's earth but you would say a



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thing like that to a man that's offering marriage to her P To
quarrel with my eyes be a foolish trick all the same. You
might so well blame my hair, or my ears, or my hands. "
''Your hand, is a fine, strong-shaped sort of hand. "
"Take it then," he cried, "and keep it; an' give me yours.
