’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. But a far greater affliction was in store for her. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. But, by Jove! it’s going to make our loving a fiercely abstract thing. E. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another.
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