It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. Recovery impossible. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. “It’s because I mean to send it back altogether,” she said. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. To be sure, he was attentive, respectful; but in his conduct there was none of that shameless camaraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn't care a hang if all the world knew it. Whatever may happen to-morrow I shall be none the better for anticipating its miseries to-day. ” She replied, smiling awkwardly.
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