It isn’t illusions—for us. ” “But—” “He left her alone. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. God gives us an equal chance; but we make ourselves. And, as usual,” she continued, a little bitterly, “I seem to have been sent along with the dullest and least edifying of Mrs. “Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and his grip tightened on her hand.
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