We've got to make
him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again. Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the
obstacles. Where is he, Sir? Can I see him?"
"No, that you can't," answered Mrs. ‘Can’t see a thing. Again he rushed. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality;
they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then
frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. “And to think that it’s not
a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled,
perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way
through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s
birth-pangs. 8.
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