’ He bowed. “This girl—she’s really a very charming, frank person—had had her imagination fired, so she told me, by a school performance of Romeo and Juliet. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. The militia offered little in the way of relief. Men fled from their tottering habitations, and returned to them scared by greater dangers. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life. And she defies me.
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