Can't you see that in little things--in my ways with you?
I--if I were sentimental about you I would call you Ph--by your first name, I suppose.

But I can't; I've tried to--and it's very, very hard--and makes me self-conscious.

It is an effort, you see--and so would it be for me to think of you sentimentally.
Oh, I couldn't! I couldn't!--you, so much of a man, so strong and generous and experienced and clever--so perfectly the embodiment of everything I care for in a man! I love you dearly; but--you saw! I could--could not bring myself to touch even your hair--even in pure mischief.

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