" So there was always plenty of mail. He had chosen his time well. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. Happy Birthday, then. I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister. Mike sat down, his body too large for the petite blue couch. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. ’ He nodded.
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