Can’t ask the gent to go abroad and condone a bigamy. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. If my Mom found out, she’d kill me. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large sense of space and ease in her present position.
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