"What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. There was a very white-faced youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner, and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon. Does that boy live in some sort of personal cave? Like, I think he might even be thinking about asking you out again! That is what I think.
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