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Portrait of Elinor Glyn Elinor Glyn The Damsel and the Sage: A Woman's Whimsies

Why was this, Sage?"
The Sage had not to think long.
"Custom, my child," he said. "Custom forges stronger chains than the finest plumage of a Humming Bird. The man had to put himself out and exert himself to retain the Humming Bird in a way that was not agreeable to his self-love, whereas the brown Sparrow lived on always the [Pg 38] same, causing him no trouble, and custom had deadened the sense of its want of charm."
"Then it seems to me it was rather hard upon the poor Humming Bird!" said the Damsel.
"It is always hard upon the Humming Birds," replied the Sage, and his voice was quite sad.
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Portrait of Elinor Glyn Elinor Glyn The Damsel and the Sage: A Woman's Whimsies

But gradually, as he became certain the Tiger adored him, and would show none but velvet claws and make only purring sounds, his keenness waned. He still loved it, but certainty is monotonous, and his eyes wandered to other objects. 'The Tiger is nothing but a domestic cat,' he said; 'I will pet and caress it when the mood takes me, and for the rest of the time it can purr to itself by the fire.' At last one day, after the Tiger was especially gracious and had purred with all essence of love, the man yawned.
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Portrait of Elinor Glyn Elinor Glyn The Damsel and the Sage: A Woman's Whimsies

After all, one ought to know everything before one dies.'
"So, its heart beating and its eyes melting, the Fish deliberately rose to the surface and swallowed the fly. The hook caught in a gristly place and did not hurt much, and the novel experience of being pulled onto the green meadow delighted the Fish. It saw the Fisherman close, and felt his hands as he tenderly disengaged the hook.
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