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To my loving husband Rodney, who is truly a dream come true. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough.
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