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gesture. "I can't believe it of you, that you'd think of such a sacrilege! That's what it would be--sacrilege! When he talks about your unselfishness toward me, he's right--you have been unselfish and you have been a perfect mother. But what about him? Is it unselfish of him to want you to throw away your good name just to please him? That's all he asks of you--and to quit being my mother! Do you think I can believe you really care for him? I don't! You are my mother and you're an Amberson--and I believe you're too proud! You're too proud to care for a man who could write such a letter as that!" He stopped, faced her, and spoke with more self-control: "Well, what are you going to do about it, mother?" George was right about his mother's being proud. And even when she laughed with a negro gardener, or even those few times in her life when people saw her weep, Isabel had a proud look--something that was independent and graceful and strong. But she did not have it now: she leaned against the wall, beside his dressing-table, and seemed beset with humility and with weakness. Her head drooped. "What answer are you going to make to such a letter?" George demanded, like a judge on the bench. "I--I don't quite know, dear," she murmured. "Wait," she begged him. "I'm so--confused." "I want to know what you're going to write him. Do you think if you did what he wants you to I could bear to stay another day in this town, mother? Do you think I could ever bear even to see you again if you married him? I'd want to, but you surely know I just--couldn't!" She made a futile gesture, and seemed to breathe with difficulty. "I--I wasn't--quite sure," she faltered, "about--about it's being wise for us to be married--even before knowing how you feel about it. I wasn't even sure it was quite fair to--to Eugene. I have--I seem to have that family trouble--like father's--that I spoke to you about once." She managed a deprecatory little dry laugh. "Not that it amounts to much, but I wasn't at all sure that it would be fair to him. Marrying doesn't mean so much, after all--not at my age. It's enough to know that--that people think of you--and to see them. I thought we were all--oh, pretty happy the way things were, and I don't think it would mean giving up a great deal for him or me, either, if we just went on as we have been. I--I see him almost every day, and--" "Mother!" George's voice was loud and stern. "Do you think you could g
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