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"
Oh
,
my
dear
.
"
"
I
’
ve
so
often
thought
of
that
dream
villa
of
ours
.
Olive
trees
and
oleanders
and
the
blue
sea
.
Peace
.
Sometimes
I
’
m
appalled
by
the
dullness
and
vulgarity
of
my
life
.
What
you
offered
was
beauty
.
It
’
s
too
late
now
,
I
know
;
I
didn
’
t
know
then
how
much
I
cared
for
you
,
I
never
dreamt
that
as
the
years
went
on
you
would
mean
more
and
more
to
me
.
"
"
It
’
s
heavenly
to
hear
you
say
that
,
my
sweet
.
It
makes
up
for
so
much
.
"
"
I
’
d
do
anything
in
the
world
for
you
,
Charles
.
I
’
ve
been
selfish
.
I
’
ve
ruined
your
life
,
I
didn
’
t
know
what
I
was
doing
.
"
Her
voice
was
low
and
tremulous
and
she
threw
back
her
head
so
that
her
neck
was
like
a
white
column
.
Her
decollete
showed
part
of
her
small
firm
breasts
and
with
her
hands
she
pressed
them
forward
a
little
.
"
You
mustn
’
t
say
that
,
you
mustn
’
t
think
that
,
"
he
answered
gently
.
"
You
’
ve
been
perfect
always
.
I
wouldn
’
t
have
had
you
otherwise
.
Oh
my
dear
,
life
is
so
short
and
love
is
so
transitory
.
The
tragedy
of
life
is
that
sometimes
we
get
what
we
want
.
Now
that
I
look
back
on
our
long
past
together
I
know
that
you
were
wiser
than
I
.
’
What
leaf
-
fringed
legend
haunts
about
thy
shape
?
’
Don
’
t
you
remember
how
it
goes
?
’
Never
,
never
canst
thou
kiss
,
though
winning
near
the
goal
-
yet
,
do
not
grieve
;
she
cannot
fade
,
though
thou
hast
not
thy
bliss
.
For
ever
wilt
thou
love
,
and
she
be
fair
!
’
"
(
"
Idiotic
"
)
"
Such
lovely
lines
,
"
she
sighed
.
"
Perhaps
you
’
re
right
.
Heigh
-
ho
.
"
He
went
on
quoting
.
That
was
a
trick
of
his
that
Julia
had
always
found
somewhat
tiresome
.
"
Ah
,
happy
,
happy
boughs
!
that
cannot
shed
Your
leaves
,
nor
ever
bid
the
Spring
adieu
;
