There are times when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected thing. Stood on his dignity and shut us up in great style. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared.
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