Leah Fleming. Swallows (№ 319677)

Your trouble, Mr. Love-throw in what you want to see in each girl pure ideal. Either you build it on a pedestal, or thrown into the gutter. I saw you in Germany... I remember poor Martha? She loved you, not me, but you're not paying attention to her, because she had to sell to those who pay more to feed the family. In your eyes she was a complete nonentity. Deep down you're a little prude. I saw you in the dancing hall. The girls threw themselves at your neck but if you do not meet your standards, you he was losing interest. I think the only company who managed to hit your heart, young Maddy. And she left you first, so since you miss her.