You can live just about how you like. The boy was right. Brown or Jones, I dare say. Sheppard. He started a
dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. He was a civil servant of some
standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious,
nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he
described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather
carefully finished verse. Her husband stared at her over the candle flame. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly
selfish. ’ He frowned again. “We have come too close together for
me to believe it. She had better escape if she can. She would wake in the night to
repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?”
It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen
Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof. If you choose to
requite me by detaining me, you are at liberty to do so. I think I know where I am
puzzling you now——”
“Then for Heaven’s sake be merciful,” he exclaimed.
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