” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. "I had to give in to him. ‘And you mean this? Truly?’ ‘Entirely. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. ” He sat for a moment, absorbing. The affair was thick with sinister suggestions. He brought home a few waverers to talk to them where they had no chance of getting away. ‘Least of all, one who takes advantage of another’s misfortune.
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