Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the
kettle black!”
“Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those
without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live
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in such a house. “Now,” he said, “no one can blunder in upon us. "Love me, love my dog! Because
I've scolded him and told him a few truths, you are ice to me. "Release him," said Jonathan. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly
selfish. She began to read, and presently she entered another
world, and remained in it for two hours. ”
She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained
upon the Avenue. The metrical irregularity is intentional, because I want, as it were, to put you
apart: to change the lilt and the mood altogether when I speak of you.
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