“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study. The teacher turned towards the blackboard to inscribe the names of Capulet and Montague. " "And loving me, you fought me, avoided all my traps! I'm glad I've been so unhappy. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy.
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