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It Has Always Seemed To Me That If One Falls In Love With Any Gentleman One Becomes Instantly Blind To His Faults.but I Am Not Blind To Your Faults, And I Do Not Think That Everything You Do Or Say Is Right! Only—is It Being—not Very Comfortable—and Cross—and Not Quite Happy, When You Aren’t There?” “that, My Darling,” Said His Lordship,taking Her Ruthlessly Into His Arms,“is Exactly What It S!” “oh—!” Frederica Gasped, As She Emerged From An Embrace Which Threatened To Suffocate Her. “now I Know! I Am In Love!

[...]my Memory Is Reasonably Good—unlike Yours, Dear Sir!” “mine Is Erratic,” He Said Imperturbably. “i Remember Only What Interests Me.

Depend Upon It, You Are Just The Sort Of Girl A Man Would Be Glad To Have For His Sister! You Don't Even Know How To Swoon, And I Daresay If You Tried You Would Make Wretched Work Of It, For All You Have Is Common Sense, And Of What Use Is That, Pray?

You Have A Genius For Bringing Trouble Upon Yourself

The More Enchanted The Idyll, Greater Must Be The Pain Of Its Ending.