Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. Other girls gathered around like sheep. ‘Brung the lantern, I did, and opened the door again in case you was ready. One doesn’t realize that even the sort of civilization one has at Morningside Park is held together with difficulty. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor.
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