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“Go on!” encouraged Mademoiselle Nini. “Tell me some more concerning this paradoxical passion. How many times have you experienced it since?” “You can only be in love once, my dear lady, and that’s just the trouble of it. For although it’s a morbid condition of mind, it is one which you would be very glad to set up again. But once you are inoculated with the sweet poison, you become proof against the virus of any subsequent attack.” “Which sounds very scientific, and very unsatisfactory,” smiled his companion. “However, if you have no more love-stories to tell me, tell me some plain, prosaic facts. How do you live in that terrible, dark, foggy London of yours? How do you amuse yourself? What do you do?” “Oh, London isn’t always foggy and dark. Occasionally, in June and July we see the s