I could love a man with dark and kind blue eyes, who is gentle and
respectful to poor girls, who is handsome and good and does not try to
flirt. But I could love him only if he had an ambition, an object, some
work to do in the world. I would not care how poor he was if I could
help him build his way up. But, sister dear, the kind of man we always
meet—the man who lives an idle life between society and his clubs—I
could not love a man like that, even if his eyes were blue and he were
ever so kind to poor girls whom he met in the street.”
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