"I think, mistress Jane," he says, and smiles at her, "that love is an altogether foolish place to be. But were I in it ... oh, I should be so many fathom deep I could not see my way out. I might have writ a dozen ill-rhyming verses and tacked them up to neighboring trees, or sighed a sigh for every hour of the day that my love were not nigh--"
He grins.
"That is what the mortals are wont to do, is it not? I do like to be fashionable."
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"I think, mistress Jane," he says, and smiles at her, "that love is an altogether foolish place to be. But were I in it ... oh, I should be so many fathom deep I could not see my way out. I might have writ a dozen ill-rhyming verses and tacked them up to neighboring trees, or sighed a sigh for every hour of the day that my love were not nigh--"
He grins.
"That is what the mortals are wont to do, is it not? I do like to be fashionable."