’ ‘Well, don’t bite my head off,’ protested Mrs Sindlesham, clearly amused. But pathologically, he is still on the edge. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. Gosse backed, not even attempting to parry so unorthodox a use of the foil. He was accompanied by Ireton and Austin.
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