Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. “What made you think” he said, abruptly, with the gleam of avidity in his face, “that love makes people happy?” “I know it must.
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