She was to see
Capes to-morrow, but now, in this state of misery she had achieved, she felt
assured he would turn his back upon her, take no notice of her at all. Restlessness, then, was the
trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. Celestial Uncles! Spurlock chuckled, and a bit of chestnut, going
down the wrong way, set him to coughing violently. It may be instinctive; it may be that children vaguely realize that at the end
of all wedding journeys is disillusion. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less
interesting because he was unsuccessful. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius
through the mud. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed
cheerfully.
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