She was radiant. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. No tricks would serve. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough. We've got to make him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. He’s riding down the drive. I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing. Heaven alone knows why.
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