So she said: “I won’t come home. But supposing he is? Supposing he made but one misstep? Your island would be a haven of security. I had not been near the Royal Society since—since you disgraced me. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts.
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