"The glass never sinks in that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've knowed it often do so in the West Injees. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. Wood, softening her asperity. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. Capes scored back with an uncompromising vigor that was his way of complimenting her intelligence. My garden-close would be a better thing than that.
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