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“When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. He filled her glass with champagne. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. If they come here to walk around, they will hear us. “I’ve fallen in love. Or else I would have finished him. “So you’d best open your coffers. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. In your heart you know very well that this is absurd. But look at these glorious daisies!” “But don’t you think political questions ARE important?” “I don’t think they are this afternoon, and I don’t think they are to you. ” And to that, through vast rhetorical meanderings, she clung. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. .
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