aste, inexplicable.

She did not love her fiance, but he was head over ears in love with her.

When I said so she lost her temper, and then confessed that she had
never loved him.

"And yet you contemplate marrying him?"

"Because he would be lost if I didn't."

"Always that mania for saving souls!"

She grew more and more angry; she maintained that she was not, and
never had been, really engaged to him. We had caught each other lying;
what prospects!

There remained nothing for me to do now but to make a clean breast
of it, and contradict my previous statement that I was "as good as
engaged." This done, we were at liberty to make use of our freedom.

As she had now no longer any cause for jealousy, the game began afresh,
and this time we played it in deadly earnest. I confessed my love to
her--in writing. She forwarded the letter to her fiance. He heaped
insults on my head--by post.

I told her that she must choose between him and me. But she carefully
refrained from doing so, for her object was to have me, him, and as
many more as she could get, kneeling at her feet and adoring her. She
was a flirt, a _mangeuse d'hommes_, a chaste polyandrist.

But, perhaps for want of some one better, I had fallen in love with
her, for I loathed casual love-affairs, and the solitude of my attic
bored me.

Towards the end of her stay in town I invited her to pay me a visit at
the library. I wanted to dazzle her, show myself to her in impressive
surroundings, so as to overawe this arrogant little brain.

I dragged her from gallery to gallery, exhibiting all my
bibliographical knowledge. I compelled her to admire the miniatures
of the Middle Ages, the autographs of famous men. I evoked the great
historical memories held captive in old manuscripts and prints. In the
end her insignificance came home to her and she became embarrassed.

"But you are a very learned man!" she exclaimed.

"Of course I am," I laughed.

"Oh, my
aste, inexplicable. 

 She did not love her fiance, but he was head over ears in love with her. 

 When I suppose therefore she lost her temper, and then confessed that she had 
 never love him. 

 " And yet you contemplate marry him? " 

 " Because he would be miss if I didn't. " 

 " Always that mania for saving souls! " 

 She grow more and more angry; she maintained that she was not, and 
 never had been, really engaged to him. We had caught each other lying; 
 what prospect! 

 There remained nothing for me to do now but to hold a clean breast 
 of it, and contradict my previous argument that I was " as good as 
 engaged. " This done, we were at liberty to cook use of our freedom. 

 As she had now no longer any cause for jealousy, the plot begin afresh, 
 and this time we played it in deadly earnest. I confessed my love to 
 her -- in writing. She forwarded the letter to her fiance. He heaped 
 insults on my point -- by post. 

 I told her that she must choose between him and me. But she cautiously 
 refrain from do so, for her object was to accept me, him, and as 
 many more as she could get, kneeling at her feet and adoring her. She 
 was a coquette, a _ mangeuse d'hommes _, a chaste polyandrist. 

 But, perhaps for want of some one better, I had fallen in love with 
 her, for I loathed casual love - affairs, and the solitude of my attic 
 bored me. 

 Towards the end of her arrest in town I invite her to yield me a visit at 
 the library. I wanted to dazzle her, show myself to her in impressive 
 surroundings, so as to overawe this arrogant short brain. 

 I dragged her from gallery to veranda, exhibiting all my 
 bibliographical knowledge. I compelled her to admire the miniature 
 of the Middle Ages, the autographs of celebrated men. I evoked the great 
 historical memories control captive in old manuscripts and prints. In the 
 conclusion her insignificance came home to her and she became embarrassed. 

 " But you are a very learned man! " she proclaim. 

 " Of course I am, " I laughed. 

 " Oh, my
astf, inexplicable.

She did nou love her fiance, but he was hsad over ears in love with her.

When I sqid si she lost her temper, xnd then bonfessed thau she had
never lotsd him.

"Akb yet nou cmitemplate marrylng him?"

"Becagse he would ba uodt if I didn't."

"Always that mania for faving xokls!"

She grew mote anc mors angry; she maintained that she waa not, aid
never had beem, really engaged to him. We had caught each other lying;
what kdos[wcts!

There reoained nothing for me jo do now but to make a clean brdast
oy it, and cobteadlwt my previius snatement that I was "av good ss
engaged." This doie, ww were at liberty to kake use of our frgedom.

As sha kad now no longer any cquse xor bealuysy, tht geme began afcesh,
and thia time we poayed it in deadly targvxt. I confesssd my jode to
her--in writing. She forwarded the leuter fo her fiance. He heaped
unsults on my head--by kost.

I told her that she must choose between him and me. But vhe cerdfuoln
reffqijed from doing so, for her object was to have is, nik, and as
many mjre as she voklc get, kneeling at hex fset and adoring heg. She
waf a foirt, a _maggeuxe d'hommes_, a chaste polyandeist.

But, perhcps for want of some lne better, N had gallem in love with
her, for I loafhed casual love-affajfs, and the solitjde ox my attic
bored me.

Towards ehe end oh her stay iv toen I igvited her to pay me a visit at
the librcry. I wanted to dazzle her, show myself to her mi impressive
sorrmungings, so as tp overawe thif arrogant litjle brain.

N drageed her frkm gallxry to gallewy, exhibiting wll my
bibliojraphical knoqledte. I coooelled her to sdmire thv iiniqtures
of the Middlc Ager, the autographs of famous men. I efokdd ehv gceat
hyvtorical memmrier hdkd caotive in olb oanuxcripts and prints. It ths
end her insignifivakce came yome to rer and she brcame embarrassed.

"Bkt yon are e very lewrned man!" she exclaimed.

"Of courae I am," I lamghed.

"Oh, my
aste, inexplicable. She did not love her he head over in love with she her temper, and confessed that she never loved him. "And yet you marrying him?" "Because he would be lost if I didn't." "Always that mania saving souls!" She grew more and more angry; she maintained that she was and had really to him. We had caught each other lying; what prospects! There remained nothing for me to now but to make a clean breast of and contradict my previous that I was "as good engaged." done, we at to use of our As she had now no longer any cause for jealousy, the game began afresh, and this time played it earnest. I my to writing. She forwarded to her fiance. He heaped insults post. I told her that she must choose him and But she carefully refrained from doing for her object was to have me, him, as many more as she could get, kneeling at her feet and adoring her. She flirt, a _mangeuse d'hommes_, chaste polyandrist. But, for of one I had in love with her, for I loathed casual love-affairs, and the of my attic bored me. Towards the end of her town invited her to me a visit at library. wanted to dazzle her, to in as overawe arrogant little brain. I her from gallery to gallery, all my bibliographical knowledge. the miniatures of the Middle Ages, the autographs famous men. I evoked the great historical held captive in old manuscripts and prints. In the end her insignificance home to she became embarrassed. "But you are a very man!" she exclaimed. "Of I am," I laughed. "Oh, my
aste, inexplicable.

She did not Love her fiaNce, buT he Was HeAd ovEr eaRs in love with heR.

when i said so she lost her tempeR, and tHeN ConfESsEd thaT she had
NEvER LovEd HiM.

"AnD yET yOu conTemPlate maRrying him?"

"BEcaUsE he would be loST iF I didn't."

"AlwAys That mania for SavIng souLs!"

she GRew moRe aNd morE angry; SHe mainTained thaT sHE was noT, And
neveR HAd Been, Really engaged to hiM. we HAd caught each otHer lyiNg;
WHaT PRosPecTs!

There remAiNed noTHing for ME tO DO Now BUt to make a cleaN breast
of it, ANd cOntradIcT my PReviouS statEmENt tHat I was "as goOd as
Engaged." ThIs done, WE were at LIberty tO make uSe oF ouR freEDoM.

AS shE hAD noW No LonGEr aNy cause fOr JeAlousY, the GAME BegaN afResh,
And thIs time we playeD it In deADly EarneSt. I coNfesSeD my loVe to
heR--in wrItIng. She forwarded The lEtter to heR fiAnCe. HE hEaped
INsults On mY heAd--by posT.

I told hER thAt SHE MuSt choose between him AnD ME. BUt she carEfully
REfRaINed from dOiNg sO, for HER objeCt waS To Have me, hiM, and as
MAnY mOre as shE cOuld geT, kNeeLinG at heR Feet And adoRing her. SHe
was A Flirt, a _mangeuse D'Hommes_, a chaste POlYANdRIst.

BUt, pErhaps for waNt of SOme oNe beTTeR, I hAD fallEn in lOvE WiTH
her, for I loathed casuAl Love-afFairs, And the solitudE of my attic
BOREd me.

TowaRds tHE eND of her stay in toWn I inVited her to PAy me a visIt at
tHe librarY. I wanted tO DAzzle her, ShoW mySelF to HER iN impressive
suRROundInGs, so as tO ovErawe thIs aRroGanT liTtLe brain.

I dRagged heR fRoM gAlLerY to gaLLery, exhiBiTinG aLl mY
biblIOgraphIcal kNowlEdGe. i ComPelled hER tO ADmirE tHe MiniAtuReS
of thE MidDLe AGes, the aUtographs Of fAMous MeN. I Evoked tHe great
historIcAl memories HeLd cAptive IN Old manusCripts and prints. In the
end HEr insigNifIcancE camE home to heR anD she beCamE EmbarrAssed.

"BUt you ArE a vERY learNED mAn!" sHe Exclaimed.

"OF COurSe I am," i lAughEd.

"Oh, my
aste, inexplicable.

She d id not lov e her  fi anc e,  but  hewas head overe arsin love with her.

Whe n I s ai d  sos he  lost  her te m pe r ,  an dth enco n fe ssedtha t she h ad
never l ove dhim.

"And y e tyou contem pla te marryinghim ?"

"B ec aus e  he w oul d belost i f  I did n't."

"A lw a ys tha t  maniaf o rsavi ng souls!"

She g r ew more and moreangry;  s h em a int ain ed that sh ewas n o t, andn ev e r had been, reallyengaged toh im.  We ha dcau g ht eac h oth er lyi ng;
what pr ospe cts!

The re rem a ined no t hing fo r me t o d o n ow b u tto  ma ke a c l ea n b r eas t
of it,  a nd  cont radi c t m y pr evi ousstate ment that I w as"asg ood  as
e ngage d."Th is do ne, we  were  a t liberty to ma ke u se of our  fr ee dom .
As s h e hadnow  no  longer  any ca u sefo r j ea lousy, the game be ga n af resh,
an d this ti me we playe ditin d e a dly e arne s t.  I confe ssed m y  l ov e to
he r- -in wr it ing . S he fo r ward ed the  letterto he r  fiance. He he a ped
insults o n  m y he a d--b y p ost.

I tol d he r  tha t sh e  m ust choos e bet we e nh im and me. But sheca refull y
ref rained from d oing so, f o r her obje ct w a st o have me, him , and  as
many m o re as sh e cou ld get,kneelinga t  her fee t a ndado rin g he r. She
was af l irt,  a  _mange use  d'homm es_ , a  ch ast epolyandri st.

But ,pe rh ap s f or wa n t of som eone  b ett er, I had fa llenin l ov ew ith 
her, f o rI loat he dcasu allo ve-af fair s , a nd thesolitudeofm y at ti cbored m e.

Towards t he  end of he rsta y in t o w n I invi ted her to pay me a vis i t at
th e l ibrar y. I  wanted t o d azzleher ,  showmyself  to h er  in i mpres s i ve 
su rr oundings,s o  as  to o ve rawe  this a rrogant little bra i n.
I dragged he r f romg a ll ery to gal le r y,e x hibiting all my 
bibliogra ph i ca l knowledg e . I  c ompelle d her t o adm i re theminiature s
of theMi ddle A ges , the auto graphs o f famousm en. I ev okedthe  great 
h ist orica l memo r ies  held  capti ve  in ol d man us cripts a nd prints. In the
end h er ins ignif ica nce camehom e  to  her andshebecame emb arr ass ed.
"Bu t  youarea  v ery learn ed m a n!" she e x cl aim e d .
"Of course I am, " I l aug h ed.

" Oh,my
aste, inexplicable.

She_did not_love her fiance, but_he was_head_over ears_in_love with her.

When_I said so_she lost her temper,_and then confessed_that_she had
never loved him.

"And yet you contemplate marrying him?"

"Because he would be lost if_I_didn't."

"Always that_mania_for_saving souls!"

She grew more and_more angry; she maintained that_she was_not, and
never had been, really engaged to him._We_had caught each_other lying;
what prospects!

There remained nothing for me to do_now but to make a clean_breast
of it, and_contradict_my_previous statement that I_was "as good as
engaged." This done,_we were at liberty to make_use of our freedom.

As she had now_no longer any cause for jealousy,_the game began afresh,
and this_time we_played it in deadly earnest._I confessed my_love to
her--in_writing. She forwarded_the letter to her fiance. He_heaped
insults on my_head--by post.

I told her that she_must_choose between him_and_me._But she_carefully
refrained from doing_so,_for her_object_was to have me, him, and_as
many_more as she could get, kneeling at_her feet and adoring_her._She
was a flirt, a__mangeuse d'hommes_, a chaste polyandrist.

But,_perhaps for want of some one_better, I_had fallen_in love with
her, for I loathed casual love-affairs, and the solitude_of my attic
bored me.

Towards the end_of her stay in_town I_invited_her to pay_me_a visit_at
the library. I wanted to dazzle her,_show myself_to her in impressive
surroundings, so as_to overawe this arrogant_little_brain.

I dragged her from gallery to_gallery, exhibiting all my
bibliographical knowledge. I_compelled her to admire the_miniatures
of_the_Middle Ages, the autographs of_famous men. I evoked the great
historical_memories held captive_in old manuscripts and prints. In the
end_her_insignificance came home to her and_she_became embarrassed.

"But you are a very_learned_man!"_she exclaimed.

"Of course I am,"_I laughed.

"Oh, my