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"Yes, but the years run circling fleeter, / Ever they pass me -- I watch, I wait -- / Ever I dream, and awake to meet her; / She cometh never, or comes too late. " / _Sir Alfred Lyall._
"The thing I don't understand about you," I said, "is why you have never married. Your love affairs seem to consist in ruining other people's. I was on the verge of getting married myself years ago when you lounged in and spoilt my chance. But when you had done for me you did not come forward yourself, you backed out. I believe, if the truth were known, you have backed out over and over again."