A woman may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend she makes no mistake. The metrical irregularity is intentional, because I want, as it were, to put you apart: to change the lilt and the mood altogether when I speak of you. Q. Wild has done his business. She ignored his question. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Such was the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts.
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