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“Morning, Mom. ‘Do not be foolish. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together
in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so
went by way of Spies to Frutigen. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on
her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see
again, I'm sure. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating
disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him,
to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. “Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next
pound, Sydney. She would be surrendering to all her impulses—particularly
the good impulses—many of which society had condemned long since because
they entailed too much trouble. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in
this tragic lottery called marriage. Ruth had not expected to be kissed; so the omission passed unnoted. “We pretend bodies are
ugly. . He guided her hand to
his crotch, which had already grown in size.
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