Young Lives by Richard Le Gallienne
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"You know it would."
"But why?" "It would." "But you couldn't care for the poetry, unless you cared for the poet?" "Oh, I don't know. Poetry's poetry, isn't it, whoever makes it? But what if I did care a little for the poet?" "Do you mean you do, Angel?" "Ah, you want to know now, don't you?" "Tell me. Do tell me." "I'll tell you when you read me my poem," and as Angel prepared to run off with a laugh, Henry called after her,-- "You will really? It's a bargain?" "Yes, it's a bargain," she called back, as she tripped off again down the yard. * * * * * Mike's _début_ was as great a success as so small a part could make it; and the main point about it was the excitement of knowing that this was an actual beginning. He had made them all laugh and cry in drawing-rooms |
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