And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. She could feel her face turning beet red. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. You feel that that smile is for you, the words are for you, the whole song is for you. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard.
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