"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. "But pray tell me if her husband has escaped?" "Her husband!" echoed Jonathan scornfully. "But, let me tell you, it's not a pleasant sight to see the girl one likes in the arms of another. \" His brown eyes were tired and full of concern. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform.
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