People don't do such things in Burnet.

Please don't say any more, Clarence.

I'm very fond of you, just as I am of the boys; but--" "But what?
Go on." "How can I ?" Clover was fairly crying.
"You mean that you can't love me in the other way." "Yes." The word came out half as a sob, but the sincerity of the accent was unmistakable.
"Well," said poor Clarence, after a long bitter pause; "it isn't your fault, I suppose.

I'm not good enough for you.

Still, I'd have done my best, if you would have taken me, Clover." "I am sure you would," eagerly.