He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. The Reaper is not sated yet. “Thought so. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. He looked at her, hurt. I’ve already been accepted to a couple of schools out east. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. “Hand me the Jergens lotion, will you? How’d it go with John?” She asked. That's well.
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