If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following DRINKING SONG. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. Only the strong survived. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. “I went to Anna’s rooms because I felt that I must see her.
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