The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. “I wrote it for you. This won’t do. The hansom sped through the crowded streets. There was Major Price—you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate. If I told you the facts, I expect, since you are in love with me, you’d explain the whole business as being very fine and honorable for me—the Higher Morality, or something of that sort. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. Glad to get back, I’m sure,” he said briskly.
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