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We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. “Where have you been? All these hours I have been calling for you. Pardon what I have said, Madam. ” “I suppose all men,” said Ann Veronica, in a tone of detached criticism, “get some such entanglement. "We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred," he began,—"for I must use the privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiar name,—we have had a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere. “I am the most foolish of men. Have we not received Lady Bicknacre just this morning? Not to mention the Comtesse de St Erme. I’ve made an ally of her champion. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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