It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. “But your sister?” he asked. ‘For once, you’re talking like a sensible man. ‘They lived with him, one after the other, for all the world as his wife. Little woman, you have been brave enough before. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere.
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