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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse Plump from Camembert and Clicquot, eye-lids Thin as skins of onions, cut like dough 'round the eyes. "There is his picture," she said; "ask me whatever you will. Take me as mistress or wife—it is yours to decide. But take me as mistress and grow like the picture before you; Take me as wife and be the good man you can be. Choose me as mistress—how can I do less for you, dearest? Or make me your wife—fate makes me your mistress or wife." "I can leave you," I said. "You can leave me," she echoed; "But how about hate in your heart?" "You are right," I replied.


 * The company is now discussing the subject of love—

They seem to know little about it.


 * But my wife, who is sitting beside me, exclaims:

"Well, what is this jangle of madness and weakness? What has it to do with poetry, tell me?" "Well, it's life, Arabel There's the story of Hamlet, for instance," I added Then fell into silence. Edgar Lee Masters