”
“Yes,” said his prospective fellow-sailor, “that’s very pretty. “Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He
yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. Hogarth, didn't I see
you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?"
"Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. Mary
Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had
taken her from this world. But think of the disillusionment! Except for our sex we have minds
like men, desires like men. It was the size of my palm. I have read that authors are very selfish and
self-centred. Your
family has not sullied itself by dabbling in it, at least not
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from what I know, so now is not the time to begin. It was as if she had grown right past her father into
something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been
unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other
side. His eyes were closed. The Master of the Mint
IV.
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