" She laughed; and it was pleasant laughter in his ears. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. "Remember the devil!" retorted Terence, who had recovered his natural audacity. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. “Dear me!” he said. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. Her confession was still unmade. Easily I could have killed you. Small blame to her. "I've known him all my life," replied the other.
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