Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. Well, I told aunt. “You poor little girl!” he cried. And let ush go back to our brandewyn, and hollandsche genever. I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister. " "You paint yourself worse than you are, dear Mrs. ” She looked thoughtfully into the fire. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. His food lay untouched about his plate. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and Thackeray and Hugo.
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