“What made you think” he said, abruptly, with the gleam of avidity in his face, “that love makes people happy?” “I know it must. Fate! You are so frank so splendid! “I’m taking this calmly now,” he said, almost as if he apologized, “because I’m a little stunned. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity and enjoyment. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up.
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