“You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor. I can't invent; the thing won't come. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last.
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