Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. Ain't you, Jacky darling?" "Not quite, Poll," returned Mr. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. He was not, it seemed, the proper stipendiary at all, and there had been some demur to his jurisdiction that had ruffled him. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne.
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