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‘You’ve cause to be grateful to Gerald, then. She had other boyfriends and hung out at Foster’s only bar most of the time. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. " "I see. This morning his entourage (as he jestingly called it) consisted of the girl, two spinsters (Prudence and Angelina Jedson), prim and doubtful of the world, and the young man who appeared to be considerably the worse for the alcohol he had consumed. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. “Sufficient unto me is the change thereof,” he said, with all the effect of an epigram. He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. There was no longer any risk in association with her. In an instant, she turned on him. It’s time she knew. " With this, he endeavoured to force her off; but, before he could accomplish his purpose, he was arrested, and his throat seized by Jack. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor.
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