What a God-forsaken fool he was! And dimly, out there somewhere in the South Seas—the beach! Already he sensed the fascination of the inevitable; and with this fascination came the idea of haste, to get there quickly and have done. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. He had studied alchemy and astronomy, was a capable painter, and even wrote music. "And you would surrender yourself —eh?" "I'll surrender myself at once, if you'll engage to bring him off; and you'll get the reward from old Wood. These were so outside her experience that she found it possible to thrust them almost out of sight by saying they would be “all right” in confident tones to herself. "Nor any one else, I suspect," answered Ireton, winking significantly. Sir Rowland is one of us," he added, winking at his companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir Cecil Trafford. We live under man-made institutions, and that is what they amount to.
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