She--he danced so well! he was so agreeable that day of the picnic! If marriage were only for a month or so; could be ended without harm when the passion was burnt out.
Ah, yes! then perhaps you would be right.

I loved at eighteen, madly--nearly broke my heart.

I meet him occasionally now.

My dear"-- her hair was silvery white, and I was only thirty-five; she always called me "my dear"; it is pleasant at thirty-five to be talked to as a child.

"He was a perfect brute, handsome he had been, yes, but all that was changed.
He was as stupid as an ox.