"
That was true, thought Spurlock. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a
Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. Everything was very neat; it had evidently been straightened up and
kept for her. I know nothing
about this affair, but some one has been burning documents. ”
She laughed. He breathed a
little sigh of satisfaction. ’
‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’
‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. A sudden knock at the door startled her. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely
healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. “I suppose
you’ll come to the point soon—if there is one. ”
Michelle started to sob. She cried out his name in ecstasy. I don’t want to bother you, of course. '"
"'This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in
this tragic lottery called marriage.
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