Jack, whose
clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent
exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. ’ And with that he went off to
the City, stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate—a great slice of bacon
hardly touched. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out
of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. He waited. ”
“For richer or poorer. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. Her eyes were wide open
with amazement. Lest the carpenter should be taxed with too much uxoriousness, it behoves us to
ascertain whether the personal attractions of his helpmate would, in any degree,
justify the devotion he displayed. She crept into the living room and
turned off the set, adjusting Cathy’s blanket which had
fallen to the carpeted floor. A species of vertigo seized him.
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