She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. “Well?” “You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not marry. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. She offers me no explanation, permits me absolutely no hope. ’ The couple on the sofa stared at her blankly. We are very poor, but manage to squeeze a little happiness out of each day. For a few moments Mr. Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every discussion, her contribution to the great question. Let alone a girl. We all did that in our youth, when first we came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed. Wood turned to look at him. “No lecturing, Anna!” she exclaimed. ‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon.
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