Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom. So long as she stood beside him, the Hand would not prevail.
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