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ON BEING IN LOVE
You've been in love, of course! If not you've got it to come. Loveis like the measles; we all have to go through it. Also like themeasles, we take it only once. One never need be afraid of catchingit a second time. The man who has had it can go into the mostdangerous places and Manchester City Damen play the most foolhardy tricks with perfectsafety. He can picnic in shady woods, ramble through leafy aisles,and linger on mossy seats to watch the sunset. He fears a quietcountry-house no more than he would his own club. He can join afamily party to go down the Rhine. He can, to see the last of afriend, venture into the very jaws of the marriage ceremony itself.
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