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He moves towards the door with "pride in his port, defiance in his eye," as Goldsmith would say. "Well, it always is on her head," says Mr. Rodney, at which ridiculous joke they both laugh as gayly as though it were a bon-mot of the first water. That "life is thorny, and youth is vain" has not as yet occurred to either of these two. Nay, more, were you even to name this thought to them, they would rank it as flat blasphemy, and you a false prophet—love and laughter being, up to this, the burden of their song. "Well, I can't, you know," with a sigh. "But no matter: you will enjoy the scenery even more by yourself.".
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