The Well Hole 336 XIII. I want her to tell me the whole truth about this extraordinary marriage. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. She was in excellent spirits, and it was not until she had taken off her hat, and was considering the question of dinner or no dinner, that she remembered that another day had passed, and she was not a whit nearer being able to pay her tomorrow’s bill. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. As you admitted to me—one has to square one’s self with the world.
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