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Dark and, so to speak, inscrutable spaces being met with in life there
must be such places in any statement dealing with life. In what I am
telling you of now--an episode of one of my humdrum holidays in the green
country, recalled quite naturally after all the years by our meeting a
man who has been a blue-water sailor--this evening confabulation is a
dark, inscrutable spot. And we may conjecture what we like. I have no
difficulty in imagining that the woman--of forty, and the chief of the
enterprise--must have raged at large. And perhaps the other did not rage
enough. Youth feels deeply it is true, but it has not the same vivid
sense of lost opportunities. It believes in the absolute reality of
time. And then, in that abominable scamp with his youth already soiled,
withered like a plucked flower ready to be flung on some rotting heap of
rubbish, no very genuine feeling about anything could exist--not even
about the hazards of his own unclean existence. A sneering half-laugh
with some such remark as: "We are properly sold and no mistake" would
have been enough to make trouble in that way.
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