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‘Do you think I do not know? What am I doing here, do you think?’
‘That’s just exactly what I’ve been asking myself,’ he returned. It had been her home for hundreds of years. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. I loathe this room. ” Her voice trembled with suppressed passion. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. "Let it pass. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas
trailed in and out. You lack only that mechanical knack of expression
which is the least important part of an artist’s equipment, but which remains a
tedious and absolute necessity. “It is hateful—diabolical!” he exclaimed. "
"What a mistake!"
"Yes. "
As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his
benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his
slumbers. The fact itself
is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word. But he didn’t marry her.
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