«Instantly Myrtle looked away, and I knew that I had made a mistake. I was being found lacking in romance. I held her close to me. “Poor Myrtle”, I thought; “and poor me as well.” I went on holding her close till I ceased to be found lacking in romance.
Saturday afternoon passed like a dream – in fact much more satisfactorily than any dream I have ever had. Men can say what they like about dreams. Better awake, is my motto.»
Scenes from Provincial Life, William Cooper
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