“I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. "Hear me," he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. “I know. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure. By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. Look at this ring;—it's a diamond, and worth a mint o' money. She came to me in a dream. She had paid her bill, and she had enough left in her purse to pay many such.
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