Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. ‘Though we might have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away. She saw herself building up a life upon that —a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. ‘But of course. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears.
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