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A MARRIAGE, PART II
She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her
suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had
angrily toted her to after the incident at the country
house. Perhaps that
sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. Placing chairs, therefore, he invited the ladies to
be seated, and, paying a similar attention to Jack, began to help to the various
dishes, and otherwise fulfil the duties of a host. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we
are verse and you are prose. I could always
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tell right away whether my new foster home was going to
be good or bad. But Spurlock was ever on guard, even when she fussed over his hair. A fortnight passed, then a month.
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