‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. ‘Jacques!’ She got no further, for Kimble came towards her, speaking fast and low. He should never sufficiently be able to regret the return which they had made to her. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry.
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