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After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. “Child!” he cried. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. ‘Move, you. " "Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other. For the rest, she derived her ideas of the married state from the observed behavior of married women, which impressed her in Morningside Park as being tied and dull and inelastic in comparison with the life of the young, and from a remarkably various reading among books. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. " Her utterance was here choked by sobs. The marriage cannot—shall not be delayed. He could lose himself for hours at a time.
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