No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. I must bless him before I die. . " "God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging the interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going: I've stayed here too long already. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. I think he got sick of us and he disappeared not one week later. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other.
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