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Things that involve a risk are like the Christian faith; they must be seen from the inside. Yours ever, E. S. "P. S. A fig for analogies unless you can find an analogy for my happiness!" His happiness makes him very clever. I hope it will last I mean his cleverness, not his happiness. LONDON, April 19th, 1877. Last night, at Lady H -'s, I met Edmund Stanmer, who married Bianca Salvi's daughter.
"Not in the least; I like to see you there, because your conduct contradicts your words." "I have always said that the Countess is fascinating." "Otherwise," said Stanmer, "in the case you speak of I would give the lady notice." "Give her notice?" "Mention to her that you regard her with suspicion, and that you propose to do your best to rescue a simple-minded youth from her wiles.
He looked away, without meeting my eyes. "It's a great responsibility," he repeated. "Before Heaven," I said, "I would have married the mother! You are exactly in my situation." "Don't you think you rather overdo the analogy?" asked poor Stanmer. "A little more, a little less it doesn't matter. I believe you are in my shoes.
I should have been capable of giving up everything England, my career, my family simply to devote myself to her, to live near her and see her every day." "Why didn't you do it, then?" asked Stanmer. "Why don't you?" "To be a proper rejoinder to my question," he said, rather neatly, "yours should be asked twenty-five years hence."
'What has he done? She hesitated a good while, then she said: 'He killed my husband. 'Good heavens! I cried, 'and you receive him! Do you know what she said? She said, 'Che voule?" "Is that all?" asked Stanmer. "No; she went on to say that Camerino had killed Count Salvi in a duel, and she admitted that her husband's jealousy had been the occasion of it.
"To tell the truth, she spoke of you as a great original. But aren't all Englishmen eccentric? All except that one!" and the Countess pointed to poor Stanmer, in his corner of the sofa. "Oh, I know just what he is," I said. "He's as quiet as a lamb he's like all the world," cried the Countess. "Like all the world yes. He is in love with you." She looked at me with sudden gravity.
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