"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. She must be beautiful, but beauty is only the beginning. “Your friend, “DAVID COURTLAW. She's fine. ’ *** Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy. Manning, with an air of emerging from an elaborate demonstration, “and so each of us must, under existing conditions, being chivalrous indeed to all women, choose for himself his own particular and worshipful queen. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you.
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