She was my first love. "Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. There were words, then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there, the exact opposite. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat.
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