Old thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied myself happy,—as happy as I am now. You certainly have not shown much desire for my society, have you?” “You have been wrapped up in your politics,” she murmured. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly.
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