“Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. But no matter how you phrase it, the end is the same. Lady Palsworthy was the widow of a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. But I'll not believe it of you. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. Pistols and pictures? Now it fair goes agin’ me nature to act rough with a lady, but you’ll come along of me at once. . Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit. His long struggle with himself, his avoidance of her were quite unnecessary.
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