There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. “There wasn’t. He was amused. My late husband, I mean. You are always doing something for nothing, and that is why I love you. Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. He had taken it back.
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