He picked up the broken fiddle and
beckoned. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think
about him, and fail to get away from him?
“It isn’t all of me. The three young men exchanged expressive glances. I can't bear it. I wanted something alive. "
"Oh, yes I will. "And I," muttered Jack. I hear her coming. “Exactly. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold
of a West African trader. How came you by the hurt, eh?"
"How did I come by it?—that's a nate question. 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. Wild never was
the associate of thieves.
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