Perhaps I deceived you about it. These interests her world promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt, and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must on no account think about. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here beside me. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. Part of her even believed that her mother would have wanted her to stop feeling guilty and to be happy. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing.
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