” “Act two,” she continued. Before I met you I never met any one whom I felt I could love, but you have discovered depths in my own nature I had scarcely suspected. " "He's no such thing!" cried Mrs. Ramage demurred. “These two haven’t been lovers for a long time. Grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and aunts … to love and to coddle lonely little girls. You know I call that positively wicked. But I'll call a doctor, since you order it. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket. He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table. All my plans have succeeded. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning.
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