The particulars of her engagement were very clear in her memory. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. It is not you who runs the risk of going dinnerless to-morrow. " "A boy from his shop was here a short time ago. " "Never!" shrieked Mrs. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. Let me say it to you.
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