How men suffer for the foolish things they do!" "Ay to that. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. His course, however, was no longer interrupted, and he crept on. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt. On Saturday he went to that there Mr Charvill’s house. His bravado waxed and he asked her to what would be her first date in nearly twenty years. He flung aside all his talk of help and disinterested friendship as though it had never been even a disguise between them, as though from the first it was no more than a fancy dress they had put quite understandingly upon their relationship.
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