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Let him have his honeymoon. Probably a sick man's whim. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’
‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom
dame. Clotilde rushed out of the house,
carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. Women are made like the potter’s vessels
—either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Ye gods! what a
wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one
regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against
you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse
confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the
Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the
painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. She was very pale, but she
reminded him more at that minute than at any time of “Alcide” as he had first
known her.
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