“I think that I shall be the most unpopular man in London. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. 1. But she did not believe he would do that. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. You must live for me. ” “I’ve told you,” he said.
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