had you would be perfect, and there is nothing perfect in
this world. But why does it trouble you - you know that those
are not my own experiences.
cle.
I should hope so,
Mag.
They are mere fandies of the mind.
cle.
Now stop right there. How can a lady have such fandies
(Reads)
"Upon his neck all drink with bliss and wine, I hang in
rapture, olinging where I Miss."
(He shakes his head)
How can a lady set down such things. How can a lad print
such things. Every soul who read them will connected the
written with the neck, and the kisses and the dunkkenness.
Mag.
But there never was any neck.
cle
I canÕt imagine it. Fortunately - and fortunately for you
too Margaret. How did you conceive such thoughts. You couldn't
have written these burning words of love to your first husband
ydu always say he misunderstood you.
Mag.
nders
Of course he did That's why I diversed him. You know all
about it. I couldn't live with a creature who hadn’t am idea