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Our English sense of humour revolts from making
a popular hero of a man called Duck. Yet we made one of Drake.
But there was something masculine about the latter: in fact,
everything.
I am afraid it was rather late when I got to Judith.


CHAPTER II

May 22d.
I wonder whether I should be happier now if I had lived in a
garret "in the brave days when I was twenty-one," if I had
undergone the lessons of misery with the attendant compensations
of "_une folle maitresse, de francs amis et l'amour des chansons_,"
and had joyous-heartedly mounted my six flights of stairs. I
lived modestly, it is true; but never for a moment was I doubtful
as to my next meal, and I have always enjoyed the creature comforts
of the respectable classes; never did Lisette pin her shawl
curtain-wise across my window. Sometimes, nowadays, I almost wish
she had. I never dreamed of glory, love, pleasure, madness, or
spent my lifetime in a moment, like the singer of the immortal
song. Often the weary moments seemed a lifetime.


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