Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. ’ So saying, he pulled her forward, slipping her arms about his back. I've destroyed my only chance. Gianfrancesco found himself to be his family’s sole remaining male heir. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. Much to my amazement, as soon as I was in her presence I forgot about my magic and thought only of love. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. She resolved not to allow him or her hunger detract from the performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like a precious jewel.
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