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"Well," said the Squire peevishly, "I can do no more. Girls ha' their whimsies, and it's much if you can hinder 'em running after Mr. Wrong without forcing 'em to take Mr. Right. At any rate I've said what I could for you, lad, and the end was as if I hadn't. You must fight your own battle. Jos hasn't"-this would never have occurred to the Squire in his seeing days-"too gay a life of it, and if you're not man enough to get on the soft side of her, with a clear field, why, damme, you don't deserve to have her."
"I was well enough with her," Arthur said resentfully, "till lately. But she is changed, sir."