” She threw away the end of her cigarette. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. What’s the name of the happy man?” Gwen owned to “Fortescue. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it.
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