"And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard. Do you think that it makes for happiness to force oneself into the extravagant belief that love is the only thing in the world worth having, and to sacrifice for it independence, self-respect, one’s whole scheme of life. ’ Madame Valade reseated herself, and Gerald set himself to flatter her into relaxation again. Bold women certainly existed in the Middle Ages--Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales is evidence of this--but meek women were probably the norm, good Christian family ladies who wanted nothing more than to serve God and have children. I hate children. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. " "But I'm used to that, Hoddy," she said, eagerly. I sang to him, and he was satisfied. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. She laughed altogether in her old manner.
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