“I thought much of it amazingly beautiful. Go and live somewhere else. Bullding repeated, rather struck with the phrase. When I think of those ateliers of ours, the art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long for a twoedged sword and a minute of Divinity. I do wish you could come and dine with us some evening. How dreary it all looks. She had a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady. But don’t run away with the idea that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. ‘—and I love your raven hair, and your bright blue eyes, and your very kissable lips—’ suiting the action to the words ‘—and I love the crazy way you speak English, and the way you curse at me.
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