“Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is called an “ideal. The veins in his throat and forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from their sockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and blood gushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the world, to think we are queens. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. My friend, I am only grieved that you of all others should have been so deceived. That's slang, meaning you're splendid. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily.
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