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I thought that I was marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. “Why will you not be sensible? Go back to your old life and your old friends, and forget all about Paris and this absurd delusion of yours. . But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Then you have altered not only that, but your manner of dressing it. But if I painted her as I'd like to, the natives would instantly distrust me; and I'd have to build up confidence all over again. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds.
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