‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. I must!” She threw open the door and pointed to it. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. On the contrary, it was impossible to look at him without perceiving that his resolution was unshaken. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry.
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