  "Love has a hem to its garment That touches the very dust: It can reach the stains of the streets and the lanes, And because it can it must. It dares not rest on the mountain; It is bound to come to the vale; For it cannot find its fulness of mind Till it kindles the lives that fail." George Matheson. "The world had begun to stare, she half apprehended the fact, but she was in the presence of the irresistible. In the presence of the irresistible the conventional is a crazy structure, swept away with very little creaking of its timbers on the flood."—George Meredith. |
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