It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. “Read this, John. She tried for her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own ears. " "Perhaps so," rejoined the stranger; "but I have others in reserve, not so generally known. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. He had never wanted daughters.
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