“Let me introduce you to Caesar,” he said; and she patted Caesar’s neck, and remarked how soft his nose was, and secretly deplored the ugliness of equine teeth. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are. ” “And you?” “Rather!” “I wonder why?” “There’s no why. His hot juices coursed into her in quick bursts. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her tone. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned. We'll have him yet.
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