I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing. My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. “I’ve got it. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her meant that his attention had surely been brought from its normal diversions into her realm. Now, I know you can restore him to his rights, if you choose. His blood would be sweet with it.
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