Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. It began as a joke. Besides this, each had a large black patch over his right eye, and a very queer twist at the left side of his mouth, so that if their object had been disguise, they could not have adopted better precautions. Do you see why I have hidden the terrible things from you? I chose you because you are my perfect mate. I don’t think you understand. At least, I hope so for his sake as well as my own," he added, mentally. And from that point they went on to a thoroughly embittering wrangle. He talked very little and rather absently.
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