"And how you'd be if you was to marry some one who was a lady? Have you thought of that?"
"I have."
"Well then, it's this way. If you was a rich man I wouldn't marry you." She paused.
"But you will, because I'm a poor one?"
"Yes."
"Thank God I'm poor."
He drew her to him and she yielded, not wholly, but with a shrinking of her small body, and a soft, shy surrender of her lips.
She was thinking, "If he married a lady he'd have to spend ten times on her what he need on me."
All she said was, "There are things I can do for you that a lady couldn't."
"Oh—don't—don't!" he cried. That was the one way she hurt him.