“You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. Once a sick sailor drew three pictures for me and set down every stay and brace and sail—square-rigger, schooner, and sloop. You know I am in love with you. But she was disturbed, mysteriously disturbed. Spurling in alarm. But the indecision, which had been fatal to his race, was fatal to him. I have an aunt who is coming to live with me, and I do not intend to receive any visitors at all.
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