? ? ? ? He was not the sort of person one could put off, and somehow that very thought made her wonder if she did not really fear him.
? ? ? ? And could she love where she feared?
? ? ? ? She realized the spell that had been upon her in the depths of that far-off jungle, but there was no spell of enchantment now in prosaic Wisconsin.
? ? ? ? Nor did the immaculate young Frenchman appeal to the primal woman in her, as had the stalwart forest god.
? ? ? ? Did she love him? She did not know--now.
? ? ? ? She glanced at Clayton out of the corner of her eye. Was not here a man trained in the same school of environment in which she had been trained--a man with social position and culture such as she had been taught to consider as the prime essentials to congenial association?
? ? ? ? Did not her best judgment point to this young English nobleman, whose love she knew to be of the sort a civilized woman should crave, as the logical mate for such as herself?
? ? ? ? Could she love Clayton? She could see no reason why she could not.
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