"And, Miss Eyre, so much was I flattered by this preference of the Gallic sylph for her Britsh gnome, that I installed her in an hotel, gave her a complete establishment of servants, a carriage, cashmeres, diamonds, dentelles, &c. In short, I began the process of ruining myself in the received style, like any other spoony. I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction, but trod the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre. I had - as I deserved to have - the fate of all other spoonies."
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But haven't we all been there?