“Of course,” Thyrsis had been saying, “we should not be married like other men and women.”
“No,” said Corydon, “of course not.”
“We should be brother and sister,” he said.
“Yes,”she assented.
“And it would not be real marriage—I mean, it would be just for the world’s eyes.”
“So I don’t see how it could hinder you,” Corydon added. “Whatever I did that was wrong, you would tell me. And then too, about money. I shouldn’t be any burden; for I have twenty-five dollars a month of my own.”
“I had no idea of that,” said Thyrsis.
“I’ve only had it for a year,” said Corydon. “An aunt left me nearly four thousand dollars. I can’t touch the principal until I’m thirty, but I have the income, and that will buy me everything I need. And so it would be just as if you didn’t have me to think of.”
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