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"Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. I have plenty in common with Mike. ” She stirred gently in her chair. Ann Veronica intervened a little in the novelist discussion with a defence of Esmond and a denial that the Egoist was obscure, and when she spoke every one else stopped talking and listened. E. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. And if he would, I would not subject him to the annoyance. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. "I can, and will.
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