Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. " "Quite natural! Never forgive an injury!—I never do!—ha! ha!" "Really, Mr. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. ” He gave the note to the parlormaid the next morning in an inadvertent, casual manner just as he was leaving the house to catch his London train. Rituals instead of medicines. I am having them to my own soirée on Monday.
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