"Look at Lesbia who hates love." "No, but perhaps it is a disease.

Perhaps we are all wrong, and we can't love properly," put in Josephine.
"Have another try," said Jim,--"I know what love is.

I've thought about it.

Love is the soul's respiration." "Let's have that down," said Lilly.
LOVE IS THE SOUL'S RESPIRATION.

He printed it on the old mantel-piece.
Jim eyed the letters.
"It's right," he said.