There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now. It’s all nonsense. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. I want to make you feel that here is a place where the crowd does not clamor nor ill-winds blow. D. All the rest is humbug and delicacy.
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