"
"That was Jock's, I believe. How furious it did make us. Good old
Sydney, she has lived in her romance ever since."
"Wisely or unwisely."
"Can it be unwisely, when it is so pure and bright as hers, and gives
such a zest to common things?"
"Glamour sometimes is perplexing."
"Do you know, Duke, I would sometimes give worlds to think of things
as I used in those old times."
"You a world-wearied veteran!"
"Don't laugh at me. It was when Bobus was at home. His common sense
made all we used to care for seem so silly, that I have never been
able to get back my old way of looking at things."
"I am afraid glamour once dispelled does not return. Yet, after all,
truth is the greater. And I am sure that poor Bobus never loosened
my Infanta's hold on the real truth."
"I don't know," she said, looking down; "he or his books made me
afraid to think about it, and like to laugh at some things-—no, I
never did before you. You hushed me on the very borders of that kind
of flippancy, and so you don't guess how horrid I am, or have been,
for you have made things true and real to me again."
"'Fancy may die, but Faith is there,'" said Fordham. "I think you
will never shut your eyes to those realities again," he added,
gently. "It is there that we shall still meet.
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