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Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. " "For an old bachelor?" "A human old bachelor. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. "Is she married?" he asked, after a brief pause. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have me. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything. ” “Shirts?” “Shirts at one—and—something a dozen.
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