I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged I detest anything that has to do with gratitude Love, with his accustomed cunning No nose to the hero, no moral to the tale Nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted One of those men whose characters are read off at a glance The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule End of this Project Gutenberg Etext of Sandra Belloni, v2 by George Meredith
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