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"Suppose we go and have tea? I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the Victoria instead. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd. " "Palliate them as you may," replied the widow, gravely, "they were faults; and as such, cannot be repaired by a greater wrong. She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful. You do not love your husband, you have married him for a position —to escape from—things which you feared. Hitherto you’ve seen only my easy, kindly side.
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