All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. You represented to us the immaculate Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of our race. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, and all the delightfulness of living texture. Had this not been the case, he must have refused even to see his Frenchified granddaughter. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company. ” “One may do both,” said Ann Veronica. It does not matter to him either way.
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