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“I should make sure that he doesn’t try to drive himself home. Now you can understand why I have been obliged to——” “Yes, yes, I understand that,” Courtlaw interrupted. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. END OF THE SECOND EPOCH. “There’s another instinct, too,” he went on, “in a state of suppression, unless I’m very much mistaken; a child-expelling instinct. I take it, down where we're going will be nothing new to you. I want my freedom. But I am not indisposed to gratify you. “Don’t you have a wife? Where are your children?” She asked. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. I suppose it is the mirrors and decorations. She was gathering quite a crowd in her newfound popularity, and the phenomenon was so apparent she could almost form her own harem of young boys.
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