Boy, you just can't kill people like you used to,

Pon my sivvy, Miss Lambert! Aren’t you quite the dandyzette today? Fit to knock a feller oolter-poolter on his beam ends!

If, however, I am allowed to think that you and yours feel an interest in my fate and actions, it may be the means—it may put me on my guard—at least, it may be something to live for.

impression of having seen me before.  It was not till afterwards that I thought this rather characteristically dull of him.  I drew him far away—I was

Written By Henry James

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