“I thought you wanted to have a talk to me,” she said. “You will pardon me, sir,” he said in a subdued tone, “but I think that you have forgotten to look at your engagement book. ” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. She addresses you as the Flower of the Lotus, as the Resplendent Moonbeam.
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