You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin an >>
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You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin an >>
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You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or will be so.