" It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. "You've ruined my hopes. White. “I speak from my heart, and you answer from your brain.
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