He seemed happy with her, finding her proper and seemly. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth. It is no crime, none at all.
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