You must forgive the poet’s license I take. “I don’t know. " But this difficulty was only overcome to be succeeded by one still greater. She could not apply it in this instance because she was not sure the application would be correct. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. She returned to these latter, and at the back of her mind, as she looked them over again, was a very distinct resolve to quote them after the manner of Miss Garvice at the very first opportunity. But the lady was not so easily won; and though she did not absolutely reject him, gave him very slight hopes. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. One would say she could try to —to prevent that her daughter will go to the convent. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly.
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