His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. In the floor were set four ring-bolts, about nine feet apart. All human food tasted equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime steak or cheap hamburger. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force from the various avenues that poured their streams into it. “You will have some tea?” she asked.
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