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“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. Behind every one of these myriad fronts she passed there must be a career or careers. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company.
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