Get out your pad and pencil. “Delusion!” “You can call it what you like,” she said. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. 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. Aren't we funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she isn't. After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart. "My little Hoddy! You used to love me; and I have always loved you. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. “Upon my word,” he exclaimed, “this is most extraordinary. The girl’s eyes never left his face. Wild," said the turnkey, trembling in every joint.
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