"Your gratitude will vanish with your danger. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. His room was last at the end of one winding corner. After five or six years it would not be difficult to hide in Italy or in France. They don’t catch on to discursive interests, you see, because they are more serious, they are concentrated on the central reality of life, and a little impatient of its—its outer aspects. Besides, your remark is not in the least complimentary. “Could you play ‘Fiddler on the Roof’?” father Thomas pleaded. Wood gave the required promise, though he could not help thinking that if either of them had cause to be jealous he was the party.
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