Bulldog And Butterfly

There was danger that anything which was of a nature to keep on burning might catch fire at him, and when well lit might find that the creating heat had gone out, or had withdrawn itself. She knew herself, by instinct, faithful to the core, and if once she consented to love the man, she would have to go on doing it. And she not only tried not to love the butterfly, but had tried her loyal hardest to love the bulldog. 

 

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