"
"I never heard anything of it," said Agnes, now for the first time
feeling troubled. "But, my good Antonio, if you really do like me and
wish me well, you will not want to distress me?"
"Certainly not."
"Well, it _will_ distress me very, very much, if you persist in wanting
to marry me, and if you say any more on the subject."
"Is that really so?" said Antonio, fixing his great velvet eyes with an
honest stare on Agnes.
"Yes, it is so, Antonio; you may rely upon it."
"But look here, Agnes, are you quite sure? Mother says girls do not
always know their mind."
"But I know mine, Antonio. Now you really will distress and trouble me
very much, if you say anything more of this sort."
"I declare, I am sorry for it," said the young man. "Look ye, Agnes,--I
did not care half as much about it this morning as I do now. Mother
has been saying this great while that I must have a wife, that she was
getting old; and this morning she told me to speak to you. I thought you
would be all ready,--indeed I did."
"My good Antonio, there are a great many very handsome girls who would
be glad, I suppose, to marry you.
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