” “It’s better to know life than be life. One would think that you enjoyed crawling away out of your world into hiding, with a very foolish wicked wife. “Are you A, B, C, or D?” he asked. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. If my Mom found out, she’d kill me. Seeing John in Chemistry was the worst.
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