She was reasonably
certain why. Not
content with this exhibition of her prowess, the Amazon lifted him up as easily
as if he had been an infant, and placed him upon her shoulders, to the infinite
delight of the company, and the increased distress of his mother. Instead of which they walked sharply. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw
the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown
away, the past, once so full of promise. F. “Your mother was a Gypsy. She
refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do
about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea
empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you
and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!"
Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. She had time in the
afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer
occupied by the constant spinning of wool. ‘Neither do I,’ he responded, frowning, ‘but for Gerald’s sake, I’ll do anything
I can.
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