I do not think that I have the Bohemian spirit at all. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. Somehow. “Let us sit down for a moment,” he had said. I’ve to collect my sword and hat, and then we must get back to London.
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