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"But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. " "But Wild still lives," cried Wood. “My hand! This isn’t the place. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. "What is this!" cried Sir Rowland. . ’ ‘Gammon,’ interrupted Hilary scornfully. " "Why, surely you can't be in earnest, Captain. I cannot go on. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz.
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