"
"That proves my point right now." He was imperturbable. "You're
begging the question to gain----"
"You said----" she flashed, and then grew red.
"I said I'd let you ask no pardon of me. I said I'd let myself find no
flaw in you. But how does that embarrass my present argument?
Flawless perfection would be a mighty difficult thing to live with, day
in and day out. Living with a woman who never made a mistake could
have no appeal for me. She'd always be emphasizing my own
shortcomings. You become consistent and you'll catch me yawning some
day; grow logical and you'll almost scare me off! Why, you're a girl!"
Her laughter was like a bell on the still air.
"And you--you still sit there and insist that perfection has no
attraction for you? When you've just described, without knowing it,
the--the sort of a girl you think is perfect."
His lips curled in a way to quicken any woman's pulse.
"You have me beaten," he laughed. His eyes, dark as was the shadow
upon his face, made her breath unsteady. "I would like to watch you
play poker with Fat Joe. Your game would puzzle him more than a
little. Yes, you've surely left me without a leg on which to hobble
off, because it would be small spirited in me, wouldn't it, if I were
to tell you that you are the exception that makes my general rule hold
sound? I wouldn't, however, prescribe such a degree of perfection for
any other man's daily diet.
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