Until two hours ago she was as contented and as
happy as a linnet. “Hi Lucy. Quilt's manner, indeed, was that of a man endeavouring to muster up sufficient
resolution for the commission of some desperate crime. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. To-morrow I shall come and talk to
you again—of other things. And my wife won’t live with me for reasons that I think
most women would consider sound. Accordingly, when she arrived at the
Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she
was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw
at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small
room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something
to drink. “You do not quite understand,” she said gently. Only I am not an acquaintance at all. “It isn’t a joke,” she said. I’ve just seen him. How men suffer for the foolish things they do!"
"Ay to that. He must have married when he was quite a
young man.
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