I can't invent; the thing won't come. ‘Of course she don’t understand,’ snapped Charvill irascibly. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his;
and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty,
nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as
blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he
led her to the altar some twenty years ago. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of
spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and
admiration. Of course I knew all about him years ago, and he is exactly like
everybody’s description of him. The room was papered with green, large-patterned
paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other
chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz,
which also supplied the window-curtain. And thus it was that she
came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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