"They are very pretty, some of them," said the Woman of the World; "not the sort of letters I should have written myself." "I should like to see a love-letter of yours," interrupted the Minor Poet. "It is very kind of you to say so," replied the Woman of the World. "It never occurred to me that you would care for one." "It is what I have always maintained," retorted the Minor Poet; "you have never really understood me."
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"They are very pretty, some of them," said the Woman of the World; "not the sort of letters I should have written myself." "I should like to see a love-letter of yours," interrupted the Minor Poet. "It is very kind of you to say so," replied the Woman of the World. "It never occurred to me that you would care for one." "It is what I have always maintained," retorted the Minor Poet; "you have never really understood me."
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